the glass ceiling,
She noted the men on
the glass floor.
Were looking down her shirt.
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Monday, August 10, 2009
Glass Ceiling
As she tried to break through
the glass ceiling,
She noted the men on
the glass floor.
Were looking down her shirt.
the glass ceiling,
She noted the men on
the glass floor.
Were looking down her shirt.
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you're describing some my most inner thoughts,
in this moment of now, my dreams, metaphysical reveries,
and emotions.
usually i don't tell a soul, but somehow.. you know.
our hearts, our minds, our stories...
the T.O.E! wtf!
your friend, your brother, and your bleed poetry addict.
see you, xo.
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