Broken Glass

Broken windows always intrigue me even if the building is falling down.

Broken windows always intrigue me even if the building is falling down.

It's like you can see in where you are supposed to, a key hole to the unknown.

It’s like you can see in where you aren’t supposed to, a key hole to the unknown.

Sometimes I wonder why someone broke the window.

Sometimes I wonder why someone broke the window.

And others I wonder why no one fixed it but I always look.

And others I wonder why no one fixed it but I always look.

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