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I was bored on my flight and made this.
It reads:
I think we are on
Two different sides
Of the same piece of glass
Our palms flat against
The cold hard pane
Looking right past
Our opposing path
Beyond our reflection
The fields of green
Grow lush for him
Brown for me
That path in the wood
Each way's no good
Both directions lead me to
You, always you
I think we are on
Two different sides
Of the same piece of glass
That path in the wood
Each way's no good
Both directions lead me to
You, always you