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By Lydia Date: 2002 Feb 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.07.20.10.29500]] |
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I watch you, watching me, from behind the glass. I know you are thinking a spirited thought or rhyme. Sure that neither will let this flirtation pass, I sit poised and perched on a seat's edge ticking time. Shutter and flinch as my words explode like glass. Neither love, nor beast will bring about a sweet rhyme. In adoration, it is simple to revoke a lover's pass. I will run and hide from you for all my remaining time. a glass rhyme to pass time |