tears tickle.
as they race down my nose
i become cross eyed to watch them
them in their little race
310 is half empty.
my stuff is cluttered in a corner
waiting for 108
the new apartment
ten people i would like with me now
ten little people to make my tears stop
tears, stop racing
stop falling down my face.
if i can control my arm
why can't i stop my tears?
stop tears
stop falling
goodbye 310.
side note- two weeks
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