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The view from my windows
Are not the same
They are not filled with the constellations
Once embodied upon them
I want to break them down
A shattered mosaic
Just to Catch the Cow Jump over the moon
But I’d be too afraid of her bowing ties
That would beat us both to the green
Only then would I be able to gaze across
The celestial sailings
Of a starry filled sky
Like a homeless man in the dumps
Preaching blues to newlyweded wives
Like it hasn’t already been done
It’s disgusting,
The view from mywindow
Doped down on Ambien’s
Falling asleep to Now I Lay Me’s
Filling in the excuses as to why they didn’t work
If only I could crank the cracking’s between
My faded drapes andcurtains
But I’m too glued to the folding chairs
To morph into the models of that broken window dream



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