My heart Is a full Glass.

I pour
Over me,

attempt
To empty

Myself.

Laid on
My Side

The sad

overflows
my rib cage;

Suffocating
And stifling
breathe.

My limbs,

Heavily strewn
Channels

Streamed

Across my desk,

The glass

Remains

full.

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