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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