The Window

October 5, 2011
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I reach out to touch
The cool glass
Let my finger tips
Taste the bitter bite
Of frosted window
I breathe hot air
Draw insignificant lines
In silly patterns
Wishing I was on
The other side of
The man-made portal
To sweet, glorious freedom

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