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soul MAG
i took
 the half empty glass
 of my 
 soul
 and held it out to you
 poured it into your lap
 when all i wanted to do was
 hide
 
 but then i looked up
 and realized that maybe
 it was not as 
 important
 as i thought
 because you were turned away
 and didn’t even feel it
 spill onto you
 
 maybe it was 
 only tears,
 only water 
 after all

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