The Window
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I look out.
It is dark; it is bright out.
The light is on; the light is out.
I cry, I pout.
Will she come home to me?
Will I be awake to see?
I grow restless.
I grow careless.
The stars look dull and faded,
every house is dilapidated.
As I sit there and wait,
I stare out the window for my fate.