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Climb out the bottle
Does it hurt?
I'm deep inside.
Not you,
But your swollen pride.
Little liquid,
I am a bottle broken.
Such a sequin,
I am sewn to be open.
Leechless sucking,
We are bluffing.
Where is your time?
Lost in my mind.
Such a dream.
Do we find an open door?
Much of me
I find on the floor.
Where is me?
Rotten to the outside,
Such a lovely core,
Where my doubts reside.
I'm left alone to face the floor,
A welcome break from these four walls.
Luckless stray so lifeless.
I am a drowning float.
Are you me?
That poem was really amazing. It was so deep and it came from your heart. That's pretty much all I can say about it. It left me speechless.