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i see the view clearly,
through the window.
but, sometimes the window gets fogged up;
and i draw my own picture.
the way i want it to be,
the way i'd pictured it to be,
the way i'd thought it to be.
but then,you wipe off the condensation.
and i see the picture,
clearly.
until it get's fogged up again.

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