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Rapunzel Reprised
I'm like Rapunzel,
watching the world
through my window.
Except my hair
isn't long enough
for climbing,
and I'm not really
looking for a suitor.
The streets below
are vibrant,
like an aquarium
full of mermaids.
I write down the lyrics
of their songs.
My words becoming
wings for me to fly.
Opaque
I gaze into his eyes–
closed blue windows
with no view
into his heart's
dark landscape.
His lids cast shadows
too heavy to lift.
The eyes speak a language
foreign to the pure-hearted,
understood only
by souls equally black.
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