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glass
new words wept
where i sit
next to one alone
whistle through the grass
stroke my shoulder
as it falls over
softly i speak
brand new eyes
clouded still
clouded silent
not quite amazing
pressed to the glass
where i sit
next to one alone
whistle through the grass
stroke my shoulder
as it falls over
softly i speak
brand new eyes
clouded still
clouded silent
not quite amazing
pressed to the glass
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