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Filling his hotdog bun with condiments,
Randy showed his date his brilliant idea.
“As you can see, put all the stuff underneath, lubricating sides and bottom
Now you can’t drop anything out once you slip your wiener in,” he said.
“Know what? This date is over,” she replied as she stomped off.
She left him holding his meatless bun.
Coming up to the edge and looking down
Leaves her feeling butterflies in the stomach and light headed
It makes her feel like she could fly if she just had faith and took that last step.
Focusing on that feeling, she makes her decision and closes her eyes, allowing herself to drop
Falling backward, she lands on a pillow of grass, happy with her choice
Losing his sanity drop by drop
Every little bit oozing out
As he tried to make sense of his Facebook feed
Knowing he should avoid the memes
Doesn’t know or care much where her tears may fall
Reaching that point where the pain becomes a baseline, a background
It grays out the world into a monochromatic morass
Punishing her one drop at a time
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She turned up the heat in the chili, drop by evil-looking drop of ghost pepper essence
Perspiration beaded along his forehead and dribbled into his eyes at first bite
It gave his body an illusion of cooling, but the heat just kept climbing
Couldn’t believe there was a time before the all-consuming fiery pain
Eventually, his mouth recovered, but he knew round two was coming
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Didn’t think the fall would be that bad
Rolling to a stop that hard
Or finding pieces of yourself scattered across the pavement
Perhaps that’s why it takes something special to be a rain…
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Weeping because you’re gone
Every drop a good memory of you before your passing
That’s why these tears will never stop
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Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise
Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading
Outside he looked like he was just chilling out
Underneath he was boiling with emotions
Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers
He just couldn’t take it anymore. Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.
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Wet drops of salty water raced down her weathered face
Ending in a pitter pater at her feet
Every drop carried a little bit of her anguish
Purging her soul of its pain
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The rose bit Olivia’s finger, releasing a single scarlet drop
Hendrik felt horrible. She was the love of his life and he had caused her pain
Olivia sucked at her wound with a small pout on her face
Realizing he needed to do something, he leaned forward to seal it with a kiss
Never seeing the rose as she smashed it into his face
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