Sometimes it’s just the tragedy

Having nothing to say
Or if there’s a pleasure catching in
My throat too hard to speak
On and so I’m sitting and
Staring at this picture
The glass a life I want and
The more I stare
The less I breathe and
The glass stays glass
Even while my fingers ache
At the thought

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