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Sep 2016
The pane through which I cannot pass
I beat my head against -
Recoil surprised with addled brain -
Sit stunned with no defense.

My soul is outlined on the glass
My wings, head, body - all.
I sought safe passage, found instead -
Invisible - a wall.
Written by
Stan VanSandt
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