ON GREENHOUSE GLASS
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1 min readMay 6, 2020
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I see I settled
It would faintly be a fate
(Freedom, comes a sweet release)
But I had settled
With wait.
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Where our hours had hard like hours
And landfilling them
Sets the sadder shadowed facets of silence
To stem.
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Hey, yr own old whore,
Before you defile
Yr dreamily dark greenhouse
Pitching
Both words and stark sticks & stones,
Get a hard look
On each hard paned reflection