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Outside My Window MAG

By Anonymous

His arms reached up toward the sky,
like branches of the old elmtree
that used to sit outside my window.
I yearned to cut him down,
as Ihad that tree,
to allow light into my life.
But I could not find thestrength to do so,
and I remained cowering in his shadow,
quietly raking upthe leaves,
season after season.








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