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Poem about a Kettle
(written when listening to a lot of Leonard Cohen)
I filled my kettle with tears
The tears I stole from your eyes when you weren’t looking
Clicked it on to boil
After a minute I could hear your distant weeping
With the heat came the cries
Before long the kitchen was full of bubbling screams
The kettle peaked, extinguishing the little light it had
I poured your sorrow onto the teabag of my life
And drank the sadness of your being
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