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eyes closed

lid pressed tightly against lid

vision drifting off to foreign images

and films of memories and fatasies

i spread my arms like wings

i pray to some power that they will lift me

but alas, i am not a bird

i can not fly

i can not escape

i can smell the ocean

i can smell her hair

i can smell...

but i can not ever have

walls that build divides

state lines binded to broken hearts

as they, the walls themselves

tear me open, bust my seams

in two hollow pieces

i float off into nothingness

in my head i can see...

but i can never hold onto

it will never be mine

i will never be whole