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an alphabet of longing

they move like trapped birds

behind the window’s breath

 

two figures, arms slicing air

steam thick as winter lungs

 

one mouths a word

a plea

a hunger

 

the other cries out

fingers etching frantic shapes

an alphabet of longing

 

they keep moving

two dark hieroglyphs

palms splayed against glass

 

as if they could press through

to the side where touch means freedom

 

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Uploaded on March 21, 2025