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The view through

The window

Rotates 90 degrees, just so

Before the sunset --

Before whatever you had signaled

Broke into fragments

And reached for my skin

I thought I had seen

A hollow perspective

But this was before the warmth

Reached our childhood homes

I had loved to see your eyes

Pierce through my hands

At maximum,

Yes.

Unmount and disregard

The small shards of death

In that one town

Before that age.