it is easier to block out potential
anything
isn't it true that we do not love the ones around us
until they are gone?
close my doors
close my eyes
look to the ceiling
hoping that the tiles will peel away and a
hand
will pick me up and carry me as if flying
just like in my dreams
i have not flown in a while
its not about the notes
or the highlighters
but the realization of me
of mirrors
of glass windows--
see through
just a girl in jeans
one of thousands
and that's a decimal
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