Cold Glass
There is a window in her house.
She looks through it every day.
Her nose pressed against the cold glass
longing
waiting
for a chance to be on the otherside
of the window
in her house
where everything lived
and sighed air
that she wanted to sigh
she has been waiting
her whole life
Her nose pressed against the cold glass
I have a secret for you
My nose was once pressed against the cold glass.
I longed to be in that world
on the other side
but I soon discovered
that the world was just
a reflection
of my own.
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