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in the window, rain drops make tears

against a glassy skin

she looks so beautiful in the sparkle of the sun

sleepless eyes dissolve into pages of a Salinger night

collecting dust on a shelf

her photograph induces so many jitters

blankets settle ponderously into what could have been

obscurity inches into calmness

she appears like food for your mind

cooking up something to get the smell out of this place

and make lunch out of what could have been