Open Windows
Blindly, she does not know.
Feelings has been stomped then grown.
Soul searching - open widows.
Trance, now so confused.
Time has not fixed but now has used.
Lost everything precious.
In my world of greatest affection.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2011
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