"Face At The Window"
by Arcassin Burnham
An open space to see the sun again,
but prolonged to never see a sin,
nudy mags under my bed,
and weed in my window seal,
was it worth it to be that way,
was it worth it to live all my mistakes
over and over like a frozen hell,
my heart was cold before,
but I changed,
I swear I did,
all I see in the sky is death and shame
out of my window
I hate the thought of it.
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