To my Angel Frieda:
Immersing myself
into memories
is much like watching
a familiar play
through a picture window,
clear but unbreakable
to keep me out, forever,
a one-man audience...
I know them well,
the play, the players and the plot,
it's us, they represent...
I wish that I could shatter
that window into pieces,
and step back
into that fairy-land
with you...
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