

Glass is my Shadowglass is my shadow wondering, waiting for midnight hoping, longing for moonlight reflection smooth and dreamy like silk only dangerous imagine life's reflection backwards thrown back towards you shaped, sharp, unable to touch strange gloss lingering behind clear lies true confection behind two distant worlds deaf but eyes sharp as stones cold as the sea, infinity trapped on the other side of a picture deadly still as if nothing behind such solid surface could seek air and shatter into twelve million pieces would unlock its key and open its pages to unlatch netGlass is my Shadow
favourite on one of my
photographs, i really
appreciate the support.
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Another faliure is just another different result, but not the desired one
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