The glass has disabled my eyes view of my perception;
The recollection of my life has minuscule properties since
I cannot focus on anything but the raging winds of fate.
If only I could allow myself to ignore the unbalanced horror,
Maybe then I could politely garnish the sill of my window
And wait for my canary to fly back to me; to sing to me;
To cling to my shoulders once more and let me feel again.
Daniel Haigh
06/11/06















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Other than that it's gorgeous, the last two lines especially
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