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Paths crossed.

Left them drenched.

With tears trickling down.

The earth soaked it all.

Drool did the flowers at the wet beauty

Sprinkled with salt, they found the call of duty.

Arose a drop of solitary bind.

It contained a mountain of my mind.

The sun stared at it.

It dried up.

My eyes searched for me.

And realized they were searching for a molten cup.