Through A Window 

 

I couldn’t resist her look her emotions of being we connected from a distant window and I knew what she liked what she wanted what she needed a gentle hand a passionate hand someone that cares enough to take etchings filled with fabric apply them to her and allow her to show the world how beautiful she is from a window marked Macy’s…#
poetry

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