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by rainyday5 at 3/28/2008 1:55:48 PM
A sad glass person floats through space
A rose quartz necklace near her face
From crying, her lungs have collapsed
In self-absorbance she is wrapped
From her cold lips escapes a tune
"Mi amor, I did love you"
She used her final breath to speak
And died with visions, hopes, and dreams
She ends her life to start anew
With complications all to strew
Her lips can taste the memories
She looks outside hesitantly
There's her box, and there's an ocean
With birds, sun, and constant motion
Before her are life's building blocks
Behind her is the safe, cold box
Below her is a salty grave
Above her is the glass doll slave
Just give her love and you will see
Her come to life and blossoming
But until then, she stands and sees
Content, but inept to proceed.
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