looking through blurred glass
a secret love hidden behind thick rimmed metal
a visible line in the sand between dreams and reality
passed from hand to hand until dumped on the cold, stolid floor
always waiting for future, never living in the present
emptiness burns through treasured eyes
looking from the outside into a parrel universe
of smiles and artifically whitened teeth
things will always be different
untill you choose to change them
ending with a sock behind bars
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I like all your poems. They never rhyme and they always have a dramatic ending.
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