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Prisoners
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Prisoners
Seperated by a piece of glass.
Two prisoners sit
holding hearts a bay.
Reflections
of unhappiness.
Hands upon the glass, cold.
Palm to palm, warming.
Wishing for, wanting contact.
Can you feel the warmth?
It's here, waiting....
for you.
We all live in prisons of our own making. I look around me sometimes and wonder where my plans for life went. Then I remember that while I was making plans everything changed. Now I sit here without a clue and no consolation. Go figure. Very dynamic work.
Jessica
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