Every tear is salty
Can you see our reflectionin the brackish waters that is us
It's not I who brought all the salt
nor did you bring all the fresh
But as I gave, you drank it as sweet
lashing at me as it turned bitter
What does it mean for us to float
in this puddle that would be an ocean?
Poetry by mickeko
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Written on 2026-05-23 at 12:41
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