Glass- Continous Rhyme Quatrain
I'm looking through the glass window
Window of my soul
Soul is breaking
Breaking into pieces
Pieces that can not be fixed
Fixing this is impossible
Impossible because of my sins
Sins that I have to atone for
For I have done terrible things
Things like forget to clean my glass window
Window of my soul
Soul is breaking
Breaking into pieces.
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