i want to feel
your hands
around my waist.i want to feel
you next
to me while i'm
sleeping.i want to feel
your finger-
tips brush along
my arm.i want to feel
you pull
me close to your
body.i want to feel
safe next
to you all night.i want to feel
the free-
dom of being
able
to lock my hands
with yours
whenever i
want to.i should
never
want to....
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plastic
Poetrymost wings are made of bones and skin and feathers, but what if mine are made of nothing but rubber and glue?