Glass Table

Irritable. A tree worked by weather. Future growth a clown's myth, like all recorded men. The lie. Pregnant present's daughter. Boxes bark square questions at round chemical bonds. Reflection. Blind from a glass table. Solutions with assumptions itch echoes of ticking time. The hidden. Frustration peers permanent. Sightline from locked rooftop to rain curled hair styles.

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