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My Would-Be Eyes

Photo by Anton Shuvalov on Unsplash

Broken wings litter the ground,
Arms swayed against night air,
The perfect catch,
Correct shade,

Candles float out of reach,
Flickering like ghost,
Dancers on a stage,
Before the tapestry of stars,

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Joseph Coco

Joseph Coco

Big haired #Leo who writes about existing as a Queer POC in America. Louisiana Creole. New Orleans. I’m the dramatic southern belle your parents love!

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