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| "Situations of Melancholy make me sit alone in a perplexing place Everything is made of glass yet there is nothing to perceive I never have a reflection no matter how close I get to the glass I wait for this crystal bird cage to shatter all around me so I can fall Fall into that pond with you where we can watch the water ripple And where the sounds of the crickets are heard along with a full moon" 34"x36" |
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