They clog the mind
Like dirt in sinks
That cannot be washed out,
As we try to pretend
We are happy, we destroy
The last of our joys.
So weep, my friends,
When you are sad
And weep, my friends
With joy otherwise.
Because these drops
Are only the drops
Of emotion,
Clean and clear
Purifying the system,
Like the water down the sink.

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