A pigeon snoops from outside the window,
Psycho like googly eyes examining my life.
I smash my nose till it leaves a mark on the window.
Cold glasses make everything feel alright.
Heavy clouds in the distance about to crush the sky.
I wipe the vapor off the window.
I see my own eyes in the window.
Who gives you the audacity to stare at me?
How dare you?
But again,
Are you watching?
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