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Life can compare to that of a window sill It’s part of a bigger picture and comes in Various shapes, sizes, and colors. Some are useful others just mere eye candy. Many used to display plants and décor.
you are illuminated by a window screen in the early eveningi can see the gradients in your eyes, but they’re fuzzier, they’re darkerand i think that’s how we are, too  
I've spent a lifetime in this room.Certain sources of light.Various lamps have come and gone,all lasting different times.Wherever they have been placedin the dark box that is my room,
Their are so many mirrors in the world,
I. in Appleton, Wisconsin, there is a boy named Cael who dreams of Copenhagen and draws demonic flamingo. his spine is curled the wrong way from countless years of binding.
I let a cloud into the house,  One early autumn night, The room was dim and grey--- Moonlight seemed to fight, Its way through, but then was tired. It breathed upon the ceiling,
Gentle rolling was heard past the paper thin walls.
These eyes are the windows to my soul. Look into them and tell me what you see. Happiness, fear Sorrow and tears...
She was thinking about windows The window in Mr. McClellan’s bedroom that Tom had shattered playing catch With those older boys down the street. The windows in her own house That could use a good scrubbing.
open windows hold viewsbut out my window i see my best friend
My heads hangs out of the picture frame As my eyes look up into a bright abyss. They say that you live in the clouds watching over life.
I am alive in my room Where there are two windows One right, one left The right one is painted white, layered with curtains of daffodils The left window is clean and clear, framed in black porcelain
We believe we are free But we are actually locked in Windows show us the outside world to make us feel like we are there We are really trapped
For the first time, the windows open Staring at the strange lights surrounding Afraid of the big bright world
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