With her disdained face pushed and pressed against the glass this lady needed something
Something to bring her back to life and looking inside of a hundred and one windows just will not do that
Her body reeling at all of the many things that she may just have missed
An adolescent kiss, the touch of a one-night stand
Those strange albeit wholesome hands grabbing her momentary everything
When will her mind begin to sing again?
And find its own way home
Something she can seemingly only ever hope for right about now

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