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Mar 2012
I put up my glass walls,
Two-way mirrors on which
I hang a painted smile.

I can reach out through
My sharp-edged barricades--
I know all the holes--

But I call myself safe here,
Untouchable and smothering
The pain behind glass walls.
Jordon Jones
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