I am watching you
through an inside window
in a house
on a street
across from the grammar school
I feel no cold
I cannot feel the wind blow
the world outside
may be kind or cruel
but I don't know
I can't tell
the difference
between heaven and hell
all I know
is just myself
bone and blood
instinct and nerves
I'm the observer
I'm the observer
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