My window has changed
blue pane, stained glass window veins
My older eyes see more of you
Though Id rather a distorted view.
I can't look away, a horror this film watching you.
I can't see the way I can dry these old eyes staring directly at you.
Free me from my need to know you and I will smile in mockery.
Make me believe I once knew you and my beclouded view was magnificently true.
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