through the glass i saw,
it left me quite affected.
the lights were bright,
he had you backed and they,
were spread against the window.
you said you never would again,
the picture in my mind of how not why.
and the rope was way too long there
in between,
while the running of the rose,
was more than i could bear.
when tomorrow comes again,
he will be gone.
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