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Reaching for worlds I've never known
Reaching for people I hardly know
Reaching for heights unknown
But mostly reaching for a hand to hold
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
Twenty years later
but I still remember
that horrid smell
your smell

Twenty years later
and I still haven’t  
told my story to anyone
willing to listen

Twenty years later
and I still hate you
and pray you aren’t
hurting someone else

Twenty years later
but I still remember
your smirk
and your wicked smile

Twenty years later
but it feels like today
you broke me
and left me scarred for life
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Glass and ice are pretty much the same.
When hard, and sculpted they seem flawless.
Only, one cuts, the other melts.
To me they are the same. Your opinions are yours.
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