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Drip in the Bucket
I write lists, words on paper,
items that drift away,
like rain on a rooftop,
dripping into a waiting bucket.The ink smudges, blurs the lines,
I wonder if I should care,
as I watch the water collect,
filling spaces that once were dry.I, from tomorrow, glance back,
at the notes I never used,
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