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The Glasshouse
A stairway that leads to the white borders, Of edges pointed where condensation forms. Untainted transparency reflects the glaring Sun, At the side cushions of white and brown - a tired mind's sanctuary. Stilted conversations fly across spilled drinks, Become waste with a price unreasoned. Men and women sit alike but have unlike minds, Choke on bitter tea upon nostrils they spit. Black souls served behind the counter, Plastered confidentiality jealousy arises might, For alas one hands a slice of chocolate cake To a girl of crippling thoughts; alone, desolated Tongue twisted around the fork her heart quickened Tripping guilt lies on the plate she ate at previous. Angriness burned bright fueled by unlike minds, Reflections obvious once darkness spread fast, Acid of sweetness churned in her stomach, Fullness unbearable calls the unwanted desire To leave the Glasshouse, to go home and purge. Somehow their eyes met and he smiled Was it wrongful for her to feel glee, So tad yet so pure?
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