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1d
See the glass I built
along the barriers,
the rough edges,
the cracks and imperfection.

Well, you can’t see them now—
no, not me,
even behind this clear shield,
I now stand behind,
and you on the other side.

From here,
I talk into this frame,
to what I can see—

I will watch and protect you.
From here,
I will watch and protect you.

you know,
this frame may be clear,
I may see you standing there,

but sometimes,
the light so slightly bends,
and instead of running onto you,
deflects—

and I often catch a glimmer of myself,
my reflection—

I will watch and protect you.
I say.

And i gaze into the lines on my face
you so effortlessly carved,
the paths to our end

In this glass, in this frame,
on this shelf,

preservation—
don’t we all need it?
Azaria
Written by
Azaria  16/F/London
(16/F/London)   
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