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Observer staring through the windows everyone, everything flooding in my eyes my heart my breath upon my ears struck by phantom lips stroked by hands imagined no more could be fathomed of everything beyond the window the shadow of the world stranded in the light waiting for the instant in which everything will be right watching lives lived destruction of the simple complications imagined dreams born to fill the vague but gaping hole watching them it or that anyone, anything beyond me windows closed everything I met that never met me by eternalslacker |