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To each his own
everyone craves for their zone
Each one craves for their window
to express, to define, to explore
Yet sometimes it happens
Abeit breifly that we lose more from it.
We are poorer with out the window,
but are rich enough to love it in our poverty
What good is a window when your stomach is groovling with hunger
Its a waste
Yet we crave
and we save
We are after all living to...
look out of the window.
Outside in.
Ninad it is time once again to begin.
