from poet to poet -glass jar.

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don't lose your edge,
dear poet,
when life stretches its limbs
to contort its brow in mockery.

hold tight.
everything once broken can regain shine.

i, too
have felt pain
drowning in the nothingness
of regurgitated nonsense.

-where nothing is everything
& everything is nothing-

behold --my glass jar--
where every painstaking thought
(that wept from this misunderstood pen)
found refuge.

further inside,
deep down,
where nothing consumes the everything
you'll find...

there's always room for one more tragedy.


Behold --a shattered glass jar--
where the hell's my glue?


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you can't fix what's destroyed,
but you can turn it into art
for someone else's admiration💋