it spills.
this life,
out and onto
the floor.
it's not
always
drunk
and savored
and enjoyed.
it spills
sometimes.
the glass
splipping
out of our
hands,
making it hard
to understand
or believe
that there
will be more.
this life,
out and onto
the floor.
it's not
always
drunk
and savored
and enjoyed.
it spills
sometimes.
the glass
splipping
out of our
hands,
making it hard
to understand
or believe
that there
will be more.
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