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Pigeonholed

 
I wish these clothes would melt off my back
and we could fly into the cool night air,
laughing shadows—nothing more—nothing less—
flirting with the treetops, with each other
and making faces into high-rise windows,
scorning all that fate has destined for us
or more specifically for you, and then for me.



Written by mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
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