

Jack F is at the windowcold-hearted children press their faces to the glass flesh flattens as fingers spreadJack F is at the window
they search for warmth
not knowing what love is they do not touch each other they cling.
more and more faces appear created by invisible infinity with hopes of disappearing again earth passes underneath and they do not care. they smile.
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-----------Isn't enough to appreciate a garden for its beauty, without having to believe that there are fairies under it?--------
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