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The Glass of Pain

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The clear glass pane all muddied with her tears

at one time she nearly crossed the line of right 

and wrong, the grey lovebirds’ song, but failed

.. ..

Beguiled and rebuffed she worried she would not

amount to much until she felt his touch and softened,

the gatekeeper’s daughter who loved what he brought her

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Anything seemed better than this, even the scent of bliss

which wrapped itself around his hand, the dream of another

land with summer air and no burden, no work, no care

.. ..

She combed her long brown hair and wondered what it might

be like to dare and be different, to be the person you were

and not the desire of someone else’s purpose and imagination

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About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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