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into waiting glass
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bridging poems
We were cast in one mold,
bone and sinew repeating the same refrain,
yet the years twist us—
a corkscrew in the hand of time,
driving not toward ruin
but toward release.
Birth sealed us with promise,
but the bottle was never meant
to remain unopened.
Each turn alters the angle,
each pressure bends the vow,
until intention becomes vintage,
poured into the waiting glass.
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