The Lockdown Blues
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Window Pain: Let's look through the window, what will I see? The pane of reflection, mirroring me. The world is contained, in this narrowing frame, at the edge there's a darkness, in the reflection, no name. Now the room spins faster, as the edge closes in, the image grows older, more frail in its skin. As certainties of our life erode, the window will open and let in the cold.

Window Pain

Window Pain: Let's look through the window, what will I see? The pane of reflection, mirroring me. The world is contained, in this narrowing frame, at the edge there's a darkness, in the reflection, no name. Now the room spins faster, as the edge closes in, the image grows older, more frail in its skin. As certainties of our life erode, the window will open and let in the cold.
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