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To The Window At The Hotel
Do you remember
When that
Lonely girl looked at you,
She saw through you;
Her unwashed hair
At her shoulders, waiting
For just a small breeze
To notice her,
To help her forget
The dullness
Of her wedding ring,
Quietly sitting in the wastebasket
Wishing it had
One last chance.
Justine Marie Zingg
10/21/03
