Opening the window
Opening the unseen words
Opening each corner of my own
I can not imagine that thou ne'er go in the front of my window
Thy unreal body always danceth in the front of my window
I want to touch thee
But...
I can not do it
'cause thou art unreal
I have made thousands out of imagination for thee
But...
'tis impossible
'cause thou hast gone
Thou art in my true human
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