Out the Window

Sitting, watching out the window…too cold to feel a single passion.

Dreaming of a kind of Death.

Voices of birds appear suddenly—chanting their spell at me, or Perhaps, not at all.

Take me away from the unknown, for a riddle never sat well in my mind

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