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Walls of Glass

She was tied with a bow of silver,
With a smile placed just so.
Multitudes came from far-off lands,
Wont to touch her fire-glow.
There was never a doubt they loved her
As a painter loves their dreams,
But her heart was loose and lone and lost
And spilled like ink and wrote in reams.
Though they wanted her to love them back,
She couldn’t anymore
She battered blue those walls of glass
But it only broke her more.
She is buried under the silver birch tree,
She never got away.
She is buried silver like her bow
Like loss, and life, and gray.




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