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| Empty Glass
by oceanjunky at 3/31/2008 3:06:14 AM
The Shadow of your hammer, heavy upon me. The Fear sets in, The sound of you cutting threw to the wind, lays heavy on my heart. My glass, half way filled with contents that are non replenishable. The sound of your hammer grows louder and louder until.... until you crash down upon me, throwing me into pieces. My Contents, soiled by the ground and dirt that once surround me. Here I lay.... In pieces. My tears are the dropping of my contents smacking the floor, one by one. You stand there, not knowing what just happen. You try to put the pieces back together but there is no use. My glass, cutting deep into your skin, "finally" you say. Here my glass sits fragile and not quite complete.... You see you may be able to fix the glass...but the contents well like I said the contents are not replenishible.... so now I sit, an Empty Glass.
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