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Window
Looking at life
through a smudged window
I am
but not
alive
not completily whole
so imperfectly transparent
I do
but not
exist.
I see blurred sights
hear muffled calls
but definition
always remains on the other side
I look at life through a smudged window
I see all
but understand none
I am
but not
here
through a smudged window
I am
but not
alive
not completily whole
so imperfectly transparent
I do
but not
exist.
I see blurred sights
hear muffled calls
but definition
always remains on the other side
I look at life through a smudged window
I see all
but understand none
I am
but not
here
Published 23rd Feb 2010
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