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Behind the glass
BEHIND THE GLASS
Separated by a pane of glass, white lines on the road, some trees, and a parcel of grass.
Separate but united in thought, desires, excitement they sought. As if the space were not even there, they went on, without a care.
Feeling each moment, over the sounds of a tire, never to touch, but this didn’t put out the fire....
In view of one and other they did display, their lust for each other that day.
Is that you behind the glass? Is this a dream? Will it last? Is it you that I see? Or just a reflection of me
