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You sit on the dusty windowsill
eyes closed
arms holding your knees.

Your eyes open.
Your eyes
like broken mirrors.

You never speak
just breathe.

I sit on the floor
stare at you
motionless.

No part of you has will to move.
You drag your eyelids up and down,
only to see the outside
a limited view.

When it rains you listen
and
after a while
your eyes release tears.
It rains through you.

I sit and stare.

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