by
spilled milk.
i haven't been able
to get over
it for quite some time.
so easily the glass
has tipped
and out it came.
flowing down,
dripping out.
puddling white upon
the floor.
things will never be
the same again
i worry. i can't sleep
at night.
i'm full of doubt, scared
to pour
even a single drop
more.
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