I Wonder How Many People in This City |
I wonder | how many people |
in this city | |
live | in furnished |
rooms. | |
Late at | night when I look |
out at the buildings | |
I swear I | see a face in |
every window | |
looking | back at me, |
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and when | I turn away |
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I wonder | how many go back |
to their desks | |
and | write this down |