behind windows
I tend
to imagine
truth
to exist
much like the
beauty
that no one ever
visited
or the eternity
that time
misplaced
behind windows
not much
needs to happen
for
life to sway
like a dizzy
white speck
of
bliss
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Beyond Language 
Loved this one, had to read it over and over!
This is great! I left the other comment but forgot to leave my name.