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Gretchen Yankle
Broken Glass

Her eyes resemble shattered glass sunken into her head
She sits still as the chaotic world revolves around her
The wind blows her stingy hair over her face
The blindness is calming
Closing out the world for a moment is surreal
She walks around like she can't see what is going on around her
She don't want to feel
Walking blindly is her only escape
The people walking past her don't notice her
No one ever notices her
She lies down in the middle of it all just to sleep
Just to dream of how beautiful the world could be




 



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