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Sorrow

I tasted the world through glass,

and it's sour after taste stained my tongue.

I browsed through life's wonders and

cut my finger on the corner of love.

I pasted the stars on my ceiling

and was awakened one night by a meteor I nicknamed mystery.

But through the glass, a piece of life hard as bone appeared and 
disappeared before my eyes, and then I knew the taste and what it reminded  me of, 
Sorrow.

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