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Glass

Here is this voice

it is just a whisper

would you turn your head

to lean in closer?

 

Imagination says

there is a space

where I am not a chore,

and a place

where I am not cold anymore

 

Reality says

there is an abyss,

where I am a water glass

that can't feel a kiss

as you turn your head

what did you miss?

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Apr 13, 2018
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