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Oct 2014
Standing.
I am standing.
A pane of glass separates us.
Her pupils are slits,
staring up at me expectantly.
A bird captures her vision.
They drift up to me.
Her eyes are wild,
they are wild in a domestic environment.
I am still staring at her.
She's still staring back.
I reach for the door handle,
and her eyes become domestic again.
wow it's been a while
cypress
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cypress  21/Gender Fluid/America
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