through me
you see
like looking through glass
through me you pass
like through a doort
thinking nothing of me
you only see
a poor lost soul
maybe I fill some hole
an emotional whore
selling myself
my identity
to the nearest human being
but if you look
there is more
i'm not glass
i'm not your whore
and you can't just pass
through me
Monday, October 10, 2005
through me
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