To the outside where the wind is.
However, with the window here.
I no longer feel the wind.
The wind that gives me chills.
And cools me off disappears.
I want to break the window.
But it would make me say "ow."
The glass would make me bleed.
And turn the window red.
Then i would not be able to see outside.
Where the wind is.
I would owe the owner money.
To replace the broken window.
When all I want to do is feel the wind.
The wind on the other side of the window.
This window interests me.
Now broken.
I feel something different than I did before.
I'm cool and have chills on my skin.
I feel the wind; I smell the outside.
The wind comes through.
Through the broken window.
I now feel through the window.
To the outside where the wind is.
But I see, I also feel.
The pain the window brought me.
My hand and window are still red.
And the "ow" remains constant.
The pleasantry and the pain intermix.
But the pain overcomes.
I must aid my hand,
But I will miss the wind.
The "ow" will come with me though.
And I must owe this man for his window.
A new window that blocks the wind.
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