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Watered Down

I watch two ice cubes
chatter together
in my cold glass of boredom,
melting more with every whisper
I leave them there
floating in a small ocean
of expensive tragedy;
at least they have each other.

The air in the room is drunk,
the bread in the cupboard
already toast,
the compost reaks of yesterday,
the crumbs on the carpet are careless,
the door buzzer sounds
obnoxious,
my drink is getting watered
down,
and so am I.
Written by Ace_Avery (Clint Avery)
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