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Shards & Shadows

There is a pane of frosted glass between us

I can’t hear or see or feel you,

Only shapeless shadows shift maliciously beyond.

Its cold and I wish you would warm me, but you don’t,

You can’t, its always cold behind the glass,

Inside the glass like a coffin.

We cannot touch, you cannot hear me.

It gets darker and then there is nothing,

Only shards and shadows.

Jack Blare

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