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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
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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
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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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edenbray - the poet - SITE A 