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the vessel is full

the vessel is full,
but feels empty
from within,
it almost feels
like words are screeching,
from the boiling kettle pot,
trying to
tell me, something,
but words don’t
show up, words
are ditching me,
love has lost
its way and hope
is still stuck
in traffic,
the vessel is full,
but feels empty
from within,
and my
heart has crumpled up,
with ramblings,
which are not to be heard and,
tears,
which are not be seen,

the vessel is full.

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