I'm curious who did the last stanza. I like how the meter picks up and skips along in that one, really flows nicely into the climax. I loved the imagery, someone standing in the rain and looking into a window at, well, gifts of the Emporium... then nope, walks away, changes her gait to match the avenue (I LOVED that part), for she only once wanted more, but not anymore...
It's almost sad, really... but I still like the message of this one. I found it was almost optimistic in the ending. Great work, you two...
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley