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Glass (Freeform)Shar

There is no future
And in knowing this
I cannot express myself with words
For fear of shattering the glass of the present
But I know
I ache with knowing
I only ask
That you hold the glass gently
And bear the weight of my silent need
To drink forever
From our cup


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