They walk around as if they are on clouds
but they are not clouds of white fluff and dreams
they are grey. Grey clouds, clouded with
smoke and dust and terrible envious thoughts.
Thoughts of jealousy and possession.
Thoughts of lust and of vengance.
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2I’m not a loosely wrapped Christmas box
Waiting under the tree
For you to unwrap with your
Dirty, quick moving fingers.
I want you to peel off
My paper with care.
Slowly untie my ribbon with delicate
Hands and patience.
Remember yesterday?
When I fell on the pavement
and skimmed my knees on
the hot summer asphalt?
I didn’t cry
because my fresh pink skin
was sore.
I cried because you
didn’t give me a hand.
3Strange…
I always dreamed of changing
the world. They said that
it was impossible.
They were wrong.
16 AM- Fitz and the Tantrums
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