two hours, three minutes
staring at the glass
tempered by mankind
but still fragile enough
susceptible to crumbling beneath
my touch, like dry skin
picking away at the breaks
cracking the disposition
of a window to the soul
starring back at me through
the same portal, for the same
two hours, three minutes

Photo provided by: unsplash-logoAlexandros Binopoulos

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