Glass Full Of Water - Poem by celine charcoal
the glass is half empty
am I thirsty?
the glass is half full
still, am I thirsty?
the glass is empty,
but am I thirsty,
the glass is too full,
OK but, am I thirsty.
The glass is broken.
now, if I ever get thirsty,
I will lick the floor, through broken glass.
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