Window

Staring at the dark window

through which you’ll never come through.

You don’t know what you got into.

Never again, you have no clue.

Through the window never again,

you’ll never come through it.

Stay outside the window pane

or I’ll never get through it.

Stay away from me, I beg.

Stay away from me this time.

Like an insect you crawled up my leg.

It’s feeling so sublime.

I’ve always wondered

if you’re sick like me,

deprived, abandoned, hungered,

your contempt is inside me.

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