If we don’t know we are prisoners

How can we begin to fight?


If we bury ourselves

In sexy tech, then

Skin-on-skin, laughter, holding chubby baby hands, warmth, tears, heart-pounding sweaty love, ink on paper, the way the light shines in your eyes, the sun, the stars, the snow, the clean delicious taste of you

Is lost to another day.


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