Glass Pillow
glass pillow
Beginnings EndEve sat in the windowsill of her 11th floor studio apartment, staring at the scene below her. It was a dreary march evening, and people swarmed like so many ants, scurrying to and fro, back to their homes, work, or wherever it was they belonged. Traffic inched its way up the boulevard, a sea of colors crawling slowly forward. She sat alone, drinking in the cool New York evening, trying to forget her long and tedious day. 11 floors down, a lone figure stood on the sidewalk staring upward, paying no mind to the crowd of people pushing and jostling him as they hurried past. He was tall, slightly taller than those passing him, but not so much asBeginnings End
Yargles!
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Give me your broken, desolate, decaying world.
I will show you a work of art.
DA Account ~Nevar530
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im happy to know someone understood some of the meanings burried in my poemtrees.
cant wate to see what youll be doin next.
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