15 January 2008

A glass.

Silver plates clanking, we all sit in rows, today and day after, just to be served, forever! The crows tear the curtains, Flying in - angels of the Sun. Think further than the glass, it shows you to us and me - Opposite of you and same. Caught in the films of sand, polished and blameless - a wish far from true. Run away, break the mirror, Destroy and forget to live.

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