She wanted to be like him...detached.
Detached from feelings,
Detached from sentiment,
Detached from emotions.He saw, but never reacted
He saw, but never spokeTo her, people were open books.
Eyes were the windows through which she saw people's souls.
But his eyes were glass. Emotionless,solid spheres.They reflected, never absorbed.
His soul was hence detached from everything that the eyes pried onAnd that is what she wanted to be
A detached soul
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Short poetry and passages
PoetryThis is just a compilation of free verse poetry and short pieces I randomly write.