A Window Cleaner

A window cleaner


Just to trigger the dust in the windows
As they cover the corpses
Look down, to see
How dead would the dead be
Until they move with the wind
With the dresses of dust
I was supposed to wear
When I’d be asked to leave
With the chalk red door
Carved notes
As I’d see the smell of pine
On my shirt, denial of birth,
Which I’ve really
Really washed away

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This was done on a character development class. I miss the course a lot. I miss all courses really.

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