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- Poetry > Free VerseI see the monument in the distance And a blossom blooms in my brain. My feet stop dead in their tracks, Omniscient of the lots around them. January shivers down my spine, Unlocking a memory I want to forget; But I see her face every-time. She has no name. They call her The Girl with the Glas...