i scan my surroundings
with my empty heart
i hesitate to come out
i fear my tears would
and i can't hide enough
so i peep through window
as i let my feelings grow
since it's been prospering
to point i could walk outside
taste winter wind with my lips
i hurry when i hear footsteps
make a quick turn to shelter
from flying darts; poking stare
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