The window had befriended me,
or was it my confines.
It had beckoned me closer,
asking to share its view.
This room which I belong to,
or is it my insecurity.
It says the window is notorious,
for making you risk beliefs.
The adornments I hold on to,
or is it my vanity.
they say the window is a rus
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