three quarters full, but still
half empty and spilling
out from top or bottom
can’t quite remember
how to forget sadness
comes and goes back
to wherever there is
a spot within me that
is never sad
seven spots on arms
serving as constant
permanent reminders
of the most important
but simple ideas
that came as quietly
as this one did and
does any of this confuse
the closed minded
refuse to hear words written
continuing without a care…
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