glass

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you see that glass?

she asks her voice wavers

that glass is empty

yet it sits still

in silent despair

waiting for someone

to fill it to the brim,

but what could

a mere speck of dust

offer?

she smiles

as if my God

forbidden silence

was the answer.

but her tone

remains cryptic

my love for you

was like that

glass

but what did you do?

you just

stared in

silence

waiting for

me to fall

and break.

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