Category: glass
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Practice
Practice A sandless hour glass Keeps track of the dial for me Trapped air sits ad nauseam With no way to pass the time and zero relief Moments are walled in with granular precision Shrinking seconds, caving-in, Inching closer to an aging vision But seeing its value nonetheless As you strive and practice to become…
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A Glass for Me
A Glass for Me pour that there bitter wine out the bottle let it water the gathering weeds aged to perfection, giving poor directions to a wispy path coated by sobriety ignorance runs out into the streets the broken ground clamors beneath heavy feet the sidewalk begs for something strong to drink and…
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