W.I.N.D.O.W.

Who art thou watching from behind that glass?
Insidious beholder concealed by dusk
Near thine neighbors thou never hath cometh,
Doth thine silhouette be fiend unknoweth?
Or mere countenance of forgotten shurd
Whose dwelling—quiescence—from whence unheard?

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