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Hands upon a
pane of glass
Is this how we live our lives?
Rose tinted
Or shadowed grey?
Seldom see it clear
Reach for the hammer
Will i break it today?
Alas, i cannot find the will to
Shatter all

Echo

Ghosts are seen
But are they without
Life?
Echo
In a broken tomb
Could it touch you?
Are we real?
Or are we ghosts?
Watching others
Echo on