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 Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:44 am
* glass,
it keeps things out,
it holds things in,
it is solid,
solid and brittle,
when is it glass can move?
can we change glass?
yes,
yes we can,
we can make glass like water,
through water we can be together,
together with you,
but with all things we can change,
things can change back,
separated once again,
apart from you once more...
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 10:17 pm
Wow thats deep, makes me feel kinda curious about myself cuz of that last line even though the rest of the poem was about objects.
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