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This Window

For Mrs. Rochester

--A masterpiece--

Shatters against the rain.

Each drop a life

(A moment in time?)

I have gotten used to counting

Without a clock for company.

Most days the door frowns at me.

When that awful mouth opens

It is never satiated.

Never welcoming.

The plates huddle in one corner

I huddle in the other.

Their audience against the

Thunderous applause

Tell me that tomorrow

Is just another day

Of gray.



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