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And The Tears Of The Taps

and the tears of the taps,
and the wait.
As Blackbeard and the great wood clock
begin to click,
and take the trick.

It's late.
Too late to start.
To begin a love, a new wet heart.
Write?
Alight?
No food on my plate tonight.
As June,
the moon,
Audrey Hepburn kissed, and more plug the gaps.
As the sink laughs,
and the tears of the taps.