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What is this empty vessel doing in my hand?
I swear I filled it up just moments ago.

Condensation is slick on the vessel I have in my hand,
But it's as empty as an up-turned hourglass.

It wasn't supposed to be this empty I was sure.
Was there a hole that was made while I looked away?

I wish I could wind back time,
never to have filled this vessel that seems as broken as fragile glass.

It can never be full again
but I will set it aside
for some other fool
to be duped
by the
condensation too.
J.M.

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