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roses through the glass

Cut Off from the world
Stuck inside a world where they don't belong
Yet still beautiful
They aren't quite the same
No wind to comfort them
No rain to quench their need
Just there,
Viewed, not cherrished.
Dying as they live
In their distorted glass world.
roses through the glass.

12 Feb 07

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