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We embrace now,
beneath orange midnight pollution.
Our concrete shadows have merged,
as we anchor between convoluted plastic.
To you I am a plaything?
Lounging among swings and slides.
Pressed for warmth and spread for appeal.
But if that’s true,
What am I doing here?
Basking in your silence as an excuse for my own?
I sulk with you,
your pretty play thing,
skinny in tights,
your baby doll blue.
Until this place seems familiar.
Branches of entities unknown,
cover the sky in a loose knit,
melding into flighty ideals.
Sex. Love. Maybe comfort?
Last time I was here,
I did not know of these.
Nor do I now.
Breaking plastic ties,
I jump down and flee your mold,
#Unreal #Poetry #Photography #EleniKanakis #TylerRosado #Caged #ToxicRomance
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