Stretching outwards for things that aren't within my reach.
I feel the air and nothing else there but the crow's feathers falling from the trees.
Whether or not I can breathe doesn't matter to me because
my arms do as they please.
I see a man with my hopes in his hands and my heart on the ground beside him.
There's a neon sign behind him that says "You are a lesser being."
He's smiling bigger than I've ever been able.
I yell to him but he shakes his head and takes his sign and wanders on,
leaving my hopes and heart behind.
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