0 0 27-04-2017
  1. This poem is called Salt: This home is bare / one can of crumbs in the fridge / Pringles are salty / and so are my tears / I taste sodium / it's all that keeps me company / in this empty house / my echoing sobbing / follows the salt / even when the person I cried for returns / and we are reunited / the Pringle can is still empty / but the salt drips / from my face / the echoes enter my ears / the saline stays / so does the sadness #poem #sad #nostalgia #17 #poetry #original #writing #writer #creativewriting #depressive #hope

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