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The view outside my window is
nothing. Raylessness.
Vague and lifeless like
that pitch-black happy feeling you get
halfway down
a glass of your favorite liquor
the moment after.
Lights on my side of the pane
13-watt
halogen-high making it
impossible to see through.
Can't seek solace
in reflective glass, empty
or full.
Just your world standing rapt
mid-dance in tiny twists
like backyard fencing.
Inorganic nonsense inside
a beautiful redundancy
sparkly-clean and empty
enough
to make you sick.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Nas, Can't Forget About You