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EMPTY GLASS

By Abbie Froomes



Antidotes that come in shades of burgundy red

Without stopping to savour the freedom from my

delicate head.

Liquid silk and clear glass, the remedy for yearning

When I'm done with feeling everything, I stop the

world from turning.

Pour yourself a glass, sit with me a while

We'll be numb together, this life we shall revile

Talk and talk until there are no words that we can

share

Find me in an empty glass, I shall meet you there.


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