we live in a tough world
i said as i looked out the window
on the street below people were fucking
hard and fast
swear gleaming in the settimg sun
some were beautiful
most were average
like me
i looked away
back inside my room
bitch, whore, slut
wafting up from grunts in the street
happy, angry, lustful
i shut the window
my room was lonely
but outside seemed more so
i had sold my games of life and candy
all its magic
spun away
i left a light on
just in case
and at the darkest time of night
i look out my window
hoping for another light
they are there somewhere
mine flickers alot
if it goes out im not afraid
of the dark
of no magic
of the unknown
but i tap the bulb gently
to steady it
a part of me loves the street below
its entertaining
part of me is sad
with or without
no one seems satisfied
i leave the light on while i sleep
but i only dream of fucking
while im awake
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