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Nov 2016
I see you
On the other side
Of the glass.

At least...
That's what I think it is.

Though even if it is glass
Why don't you turn to look at me
As I scream your name
And try to break it.

I found
That there was glass
Just not where I thought it was.

And overtime
I found
That I wasn't the one who finally broke it.
It's been a while.
Florence Maude
Written by
Florence Maude
   Doug Potter
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