a glass

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i pour all i am
into a glass you never drink from
a glass you touch but never grasp
a glass you stare straight through
but never encompass its transparency
i pour far too much of myself
my contents spill
perhaps you fear
my very self in this glass
how long
before it shatters?
before the intensity
of this silence
breaks me into shards

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