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Wednesday, November 26, 2008/ 10:57 AM The Window I sit behind a window. The wind blows outside. I look outside the window. And feel the wind blowing inside. I sit behind a table And write a letter to myself. I look outside the window And wish it were you I wrote the letter to. I lay in bed with my eyes closed And think of you. I do not open them till morning But morning brings the thoughts of you again. I sit behind a closed window And see snow flakes falling down. They touch the bottom with no sound. Just like your voice touches the bottom of my heart. |
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Thoughts of Mine