Enclosed inside a crystal sphere
in here it always snows,
always have some coming down
no matter where it goes.
Perfect little portrait scenes
forever held in time,
painted picture perfect
exactly what we had in mind.
Could it be that easy
would the fog of life soon clear,
if we could simply lock our doors
and stay inside the sphere.
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