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i've been in a glass house

careful whisper air

shuffling 

no one's even there 

broader lines

growing east and west

stretching miles

is there anything in my chest?

staring at dusty fixtures

while wildflowers bloom

but could they just be pictures

hanging in my room?

is anything ever real?

or like fickle friends who pose

faded into the distance 

as if no one ever knows

i'll stand ever still

as i see everything floating by

knowing full well

in this house i'm meant to die