"it looks like an ocean" she says
as she gazes at the white fluffy blanket of clouds
she can see the castle in the sky
the one she would love to call her home
where she could bury all her lies in the backyard
so they wouldnt haunt her in her dreams
all the faces of days past
taunting her
catching her in the web of their fingers
taking her away
for the daily tortue
her only escape is
the windows of the world
ice blue
and ice cold
 
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