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Bodies moving in the glass But, alas, the snow falls Outside the globe Who knows? While inside This side, like flowing tide Points and pirouettes Reflect in shapes like snowflakes More unique A picturesque finesse But bleaker in the light Than under glow of moon Because they know The show Lacks something from The airport shelf Becoming Something greater than the self Silent ballerinas dance Underwater glitter Fancier than windows taller than the sky And why Can't they appear And here We disappear In light among shadows
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Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
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Bodies moving in the glass But, alas, the snow falls Outside the globe Who knows? While inside This side, like flowing tide Points and pirouettes Reflect in shapes like snowflakes More unique A picturesque finesse But bleaker in the light Than under glow of moon Because they know The show Lacks something from The airport shelf Becoming Something greater than the self Silent ballerinas dance Underwater glitter Fancier than windows taller than the sky And why Can't they appear And here We disappear In light among shadows
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allison-rose
American
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
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