WINDOWS
(T. Beechey)
From my window,I can see you lost in each other's gazes
In the midst of the hazes brought on my passion's blazes
From your window,can you see me before a shattered mirror
Cause the image which appeared bore a figure that was clearer
Long ago?
From my window,I can see you living out your story
Basking in the glory of never needing to
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