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Silently, behind the window
Lost, in a house of dismay

Reflective moments in the glass
She sits there, day after day

Too many stones, left upturned
Not enough time to amend them

Excuses made, in every which way
Shattered, as she tries to defend them

Emptiness, fills the quiet room
As she refuses to believe, it is she

Who causes this to happen, over again
Defying, her own inadequacies


May Writing Prompt:  Glass houses – Day 13/31

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