Do my windows see? my misery.  Do they lament, and weep? for me

tears of rain

on window panes.

Baring Pain

on glass.  That shatters.  With me

from the outside in.

Will my Windows break. in. with Wind.

Will they downward bend to tend

to me

Will they see? From under dark blue eye. Lids.  That shadow. me.

Shut up

they say

Inside.

Where no. one. here.  Has Eyes to see.

Like My Windows

Baring Beauty.  For me.

See.

They do.  With eyes of blue.

My Windows See

From the outside. in.  

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