As we lay naked
red lights and yellow cars
throught your window
Tiny umbrellas and hungry lovers
Feeding on our orange light
And hoping to see more of that
The old window
The whiny window
The long window
The broken window
Letting all the cold air inside
and giving us the opportunity
to love and hug harder
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PoetryIt is poetry that saves us. It is us who save ourselves.
