perhaps they are on the same mindless trip as the rest of us
feeling the breeze against their bodies
moving from one moment to the next
as they glide through a city of doors broken by dominance
fearing a similar muted emotion
that cracks the ceiling above their own encasing
and peels the paint tearing apart the orchid covered walls
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
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