Half Empty

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HALF EMPTY

growing up
we were asked how we regarded
the glass

nobody seemed bothered
mine was half empty

little did I know
this meant fading vision
and a journey
through hollow casings
feeding on bitter bits of melancholy
and scorched traces of grace

luckily I
discovered that same glass
can only
and always
and forever be
totally
fucking
over
flowing

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