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Apr 2014
Fresh glass sits aside
never to be drank
but hides in a darkened space
to waste the fresh liquid it takes.
Stale in the morning
without warning
a child cries for help,
dehydration causes frustration
for those who wastes it's prize.
Amber Leslie
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Amber Leslie
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