Jun
20th
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Still. Quiet.
Her beauty takes me away
Picturing ourselves far from here
Swimming in
Or sky diving over the desert
Maybe even in outer space
I can see myself in the glass
Pictured perfect next to her
Framed by the sounds of the city
A plastic smile and painted eyes
Never changing an expression,
Never challenging my world
The dream is over
I stroll down to the next window.
