just

so if i try to crush the bottle

if i try to tip the glass

if  the ground beneath us crumbles

if it starts to spin too fast

with its questions made of statues

and its answers made of trash

and the words between us stumble

but the shadows will not last

its more litter at its edges

just more places we can stash

all the hurt we ‘never felt’

just the markings of a ‘past’

but it’s over now- I’m here

so I cannot play its cast

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