I wish I was made of windows,
so you could see right through me.
I’m drowning in this muck,
what mud!
& nobody can view me.
I am, I live,
I love & breathe;
some may say,
A being!
But tragedy is as tragedy goes,
& nobody believes me.
So I’ll sit right here & wrinkle my nose
until you open your eyes
to meet me.
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