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the stained glass window in my bathroom is broken I see it every time I *** three shards of missing colored glass bleeding non-filtered sunlight - a washed-out contrast to the flavored beams shining next to those jagged wounds a more discerning eye might notice the scars on two more pieces of tinted glass; cracks that promise to sacrifice their host, hint at a future for the frame with less glass and remind of it's eventual doom I’ve often considered repairing that window but I never do the missing glass, spiderweb cracks the flaws make the window less ideal, but more perfect Washing my hands today, my face illuminated by green light, red light, yellow light, broken light, and spidered light through cracks of glass I think again; I really need to replace that glass.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
Every Time I ***
the stained glass window in my bathroom is broken I see it every time I *** three shards of missing colored glass bleeding non-filtered sunlight - a washed-out contrast to the flavored beams shining next to those jagged wounds a more discerning eye might notice the scars on two more pieces of tinted glass; cracks that promise to sacrifice their host, hint at a future for the frame with less glass and remind of it's eventual doom I’ve often considered repairing that window but I never do the missing glass, spiderweb cracks the flaws make the window less ideal, but more perfect Washing my hands today, my face illuminated by green light, red light, yellow light, broken light, and spidered light through cracks of glass I think again; I really need to replace that glass.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
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