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Missing
someday, somewhere
she wishes for you.
the wind is warm, the insects spin
their lies, and
someday, somewhere
he wishes for her.
the floor is a paradox
covered with splattered wishes
thrown away by success.
flowers dance
and ghosts fly
as they repeat:
word after word, letter after letter,
their dreams.
(so hidden)
can't long anymore
she wants to explore
the possibilities of freedom
freedom from what she doesn't
know. just freedom.
she misses everything
the way you threw out your hair
from its ponytail
and clipped it back when it was oily
but still beautiful.
She misses the darkness of your eyes
their shadows, their pupils
the pinkness of your lips
the brown clarity of your face
framed by haloes
invisible haloes.
there are flies
and loose bracelets
instead of the jangling bangles
dancing girls and cavorting boys
closed eyes and silent smiles
while the flies crawl over
trying to get out
still the young ones dance.
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