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By sweetness Date: 2001 Nov 07 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.07.20.29.2504]] |
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A pane of glass that buffets the wind but shatters upon a precise impact that's my heart. Iced over in winter your warm breath will thaw the frost and you can see through me again. Bright sunrays shine through me like your smile sparkling, bouncing 'cross my smooth, clean face If only the sun would always shine the wind never howl the stones and arrows of heartache never break me Just press your hand against the glass and touch my heart. . |