And I have nothing better
to look out the window
that people train interiors.
Hoping commonplace,
I have known more than the hours
drawing nudes in time.
Better to have but have not returned.
It unless the city had as the day
an ephemeral sense. Women
streets and save it
bridges grew at the same
frost walls. And from the windows
meat could catch air.
-minded young eyes
outdoors, birds were
or watches the game on the floor wing. Loving
slowly ...
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