Prologue
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it started when
I was writing love letters
in hues of beige
marking in white chalk
a path just to talk
with the woman
in every paper
soon
-on our first date-
we both were
eating the elephant
and got full from
a smorgasbord
of smiling conversations
those where
the days
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now I remember
I am a prisoner
awoken from the coma
that was
the daydream
with the woman
I once loved
and who's warmth
left me cold
crying
tears of beige
"blue windows"
