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I am listening through my window
To lives being led
Words being said
And it's all in my head

I am deafened by air rushing through my ears
I am blinded by sunlight refracting through tears
But I'm not I'm not alone

I have a sense of destiny
I have a vision of swirling colours
I have a slender figure
And my arms are graceful
I have a guardian angel
His breath is on my neck
When I look through a window
I can see myself

Elana Steingart


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