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the green to my magenta the yellow to my blue she is my compliment... the happiness to my sorrow and the pain of my laughter through the glass door i see her
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i knock, but she cannot hear i wave, but she cannot see she is deaf to my calls she is blind to my presence
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in silence i wait gazing through the glass door
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the key around her heart |
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| ~db, 1997 |