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Think

Bid the glass empty.

While you drop your drink.

Within turns in love, hate and apathy

over

a wrong text at midnight

or

between rude modicum of work

and

a half betrayed thought,

breathe.

Beyond

blindness to her faults

and

deaf chords of trial

learn to weave tales of future

smoothing the red cover.

This struggle isn't real.

Hold up the mask and miss the blink.

Feel the blues.

Look up still.

Pause the watch

as you slowly let your conflicts shrink.

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