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 she sits behind the glass wanting whats on the inside
licking her dry lips wishing for just a taste
nose pressed on the glass making it foggy and warm
leaning back watching the dew drip off the window
breathing on the windown again foggin it up just eunf
holding up one finger to the glass she writes
moving fast before the fog fades
shivering slowly getting up an turns around to read what she wrote
I was here cold alone forgotten but now im just forgotten
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i like this one…the writing on a window makes me think of the pain…it sure is tare but everyone just looks past it…it reminded me how blind people can be
I like it too. Very evocative.
thank you both..i dont noe if i wrote it to have a meaning i was just feeling a little down so i wrote about it 🙂