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by Jenn Jun 7, 2009 category : Life, society / other
I love the world when I cannot see the lines in its face When everyone is young and beautiful And I watch through the window At bodies: innocent, unformed, untouched I love the world when I am not in it And when it does know ugliness And when nothing touches nothing And nothing touches the window And the window evades me Because I am nothing