Desire

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A crystal ball

A simple ball of glass

Held my future

As it came to pass

What a future

Within the ball

Kept bound inside

No room to fall

Such a future

Within my reach

Break the glass

Be the breach

So tempted

My ideal me

Sitting within glass

Where I can see

But no

I'll let me be

It's all I have left

In this cruel society

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