Poetry
Cold Lights
Outside my window there is steamand there are lights in a skyscraperwhere people sit at their desksand the lights let them work. I bought two
Outside my window there is steamand there are lights in a skyscraperwhere people sit at their desksand the lights let them work. I bought two
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