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[title] => The Window
[time] => 2018-04-04 21:36:21
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I am the window, I see you,
I see your every mood for free;
I see all the things you do,
And sometimes I see you look at me.
My eyes feel the orbs
Of your varied emotions,
Like the sand absorbs
The undulating oceans.
I can see you when you wake
And saunter to the bathroom,
I can see the steam from the shower you take
And the crowded counter of cosmetics and perfume.
I am the window, I see your night gown,
Tossed upon the bed tangled and twisted;
I see the towel around your hair, it’s brown
And the jasmine lotion with the lid flipped and lifted.
I can see your tongue wet your lips, before you yawn,
I can see the clothes you fold and put away
And the ones you just put on
To start your day.
The shade can be shut
To impede the view,
But when the shade is up
I am the window, I can see you.
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