Her Window In My Head
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James McLain
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I lay in the dark room on your bed..
The ceiling so clear, i peer through at you.
Why on days like to day, found certainty
is the window so filled with your clarity?
You never knew all these years,
some things it was wise i never shared with you.
My other bed, hidden in it's head,
you see me, watching you, flushed in what you do
with them.
You go in even farther, as it turns out the light, while
the picture now digital, has grown now ever tighter.
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