Stub it, squash it down.

Hold your breath,

Breath out slow and steady,

As the water subsides.

The eyes were wet,

No comfort abides.

The most natural of things,

Becomes a chore,

Another output turned in,

Vibrancy lost,

I wonder at the cost.

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