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I talked with you on the phone the other day. You were telling me how you visited the zoo; spent an afternoon watching the zebra graze and the lions lazily roar at civilians with digital cameras. I talked with you on the phone the other day. You were visiting the zoo, crying on the phone— *How can they keep them in cages Locked away as if they don't feel like we do* You forget there are people in cages without keyholes there are blistered eyeballs scanning a lightless horizon for a lock pick or a clothespin that may allow them to puzzle their way into the gears There are people who die searching I talked with you on the phone the other day. We chit-chatted about sunbeams and lawnmowers. We were happy, careless. There are no cages here. Only keys.
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
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I talked with you on the phone the other day. You were telling me how you visited the zoo; spent an afternoon watching the zebra graze and the lions lazily roar at civilians with digital cameras. I talked with you on the phone the other day. You were visiting the zoo, crying on the phone— *How can they keep them in cages Locked away as if they don't feel like we do* You forget there are people in cages without keyholes there are blistered eyeballs scanning a lightless horizon for a lock pick or a clothespin that may allow them to puzzle their way into the gears There are people who die searching I talked with you on the phone the other day. We chit-chatted about sunbeams and lawnmowers. We were happy, careless. There are no cages here. Only keys.
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
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