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Feb 2016
kiss me through the glass
and the steam from my
breath will blur your face.

how did you get inside
here, I brought you some
cigarettes, now take them

and we can touch fingers,
or I'll press my hand up to the
window and close my eyes.

the woman said I could come
frequently, but that you might not
come, no signatures, no papers,

with that straightjacket on.
don't look at me like that.
our visits are seldom

enough, and I wish for more
than minutes, here I'm
just around the corner and

you prefer empty contours.
just let go and fall. I'll catch you
I promise, I'll catch you.
Mitaja
Written by
Mitaja  New York City
(New York City)   
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