a fragile snowglobe
\\
living through a window
watching the beautiful world outside
seems perfect as a picture
you think you could stare until you died
\\
till you see the fragile pane fogs
and cracks and clouds too much
for you to remember that splendor
because you thought only others could give you such
/~\
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