Pipette
Pipette of my heart
Has titrated the pain
Of loving you
Meniscus line measured
Each dropp hanging
For a century
Before I let it fall
As tear
I have cried so many
This soul
Could not
Just take
Any more
I look at it now
Still plenty there
Yet
This holding on
Is this what
Has hurt you most?
I am accused
Of something
I know not
What
Is this it
This pipette?
poem by Harriet James
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