A bottle in one, a bottle in all Listen closely, hear them fall Crack ,shatter ,simply divide Some empty, others full Fill with anything one desire Some bend and warp of plastic Others hard and adaptable of glass Subtle filling of warmth But so easly turn cold This versatile inner mass
Bottleing in, bottleing out An involuntary action that speaks for itself Begging your energy to fulfill and adore They are one in all Not all the same Having the same goal Hope to be claimed
I remember when bottles were always glass..when I was a young girl we didn't have much money so I would go round the neighbours and ask if they had any empty bottles to take back to the store because we got money for them.
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