deafening silence loom
filled my emptying room
tiny leaks of outside air
visiting my presence in stir
vanes that divide my window
give me glimpse; afternoon hue
would i have to dream of you
sitting there watching a show
i watch couple; you didn't know
take me where you want to go
i'm your chaperon; i enjoy it too
after you read this, i love you
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