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House Of Glass

So here I reside in my house of glass
Held captive by memory of present and past
It's amazing with time how this foundation came to be...
Yet you still throw stones...
For you can not see

Each stone leaves a mark...
That I can not erase
It's a representation followed by tears on my face
Could it be we were sturdy and stable...
Starting out strong?
Was this house made of glass all along....

A house of glass breaking apart at the seams...
You still fail to notice just what that means...
As the walls slowly crumble...
Something surely will die...
When there's nothing left but traces...
Whats to keep me inside?

~THE FLOWING PEN~
NOVEMBER 15 2003





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House Of Glass