The Boy, By the Window

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So desperate to be noticed.

So not willing to be seen.

With the traffic streaming pass his door.

He's been staring out this window for so long.

He's been staring out

Not through the window but

Staring out from the depths within.

With thoughts not his

They swirl about his head as a dream.

With thoughts not his

He lets them pass

As a leaf floats down stream.

The boy, by the window.

The window, in front of the boy.

Without the window, the boy'd have nothing to do.

Without the boy, useless would the window be.

So desperate to be noticed.

So not willing to be seen.

For the boy, by the window.

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