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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>ivory towers</b></p>
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<p>published: 2-17-2019</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>how many wasted hours<br />
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how many ivory towers<br />
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have we fallen from in our hubris?<br />
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how many arguments<br />
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and ash-turned bridges<br />
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that we would now deem ludicrous?</p>
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<p>let's talk about something I care about.<br />
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let's talk about Sapphos<br />
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and the <i>lesbians</i>.<br />
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and the soft hours<br />
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in the wee of the night<br />
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where I lay my head against your chest<br />
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your heartbeat in my ears<br />
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as children where to sleep not on one's back<br />
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meant forever running from monsters whose footsteps<br />
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boomed louder than the thunder outside</p>
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<p>something in me says that this insanity is forever<br />
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the product of awareness, of <i>feeling</i><br />
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something outside the confines of societal standards</p>
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<p>and as I sit here in my chair<br />
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and crunch crackers between my fingers<br />
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my heart pounds in my chest<br />
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you must be doing something<br />
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something<br />
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something<br />
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<i>anything</i></p>
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<p>are the places you once thought safe,<br />
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<i>really safe?</i><br />
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or are they only safe for a certain <i>disposition</i>,<br />
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one that would simultaneously respect and deny my humanity<br />
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fulfilling the whole "duality of mankind" business<br />
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in a far more brutal way than I ever would have imagined<br />
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beyond the mask</p>
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<p>Lucine,<br />
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most willful of the three imps,<br />
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I can feel you in the way the walls speak<br />
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when the temperature plunges and you wrap us in blankets<br />
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and in the way you travel down my spine after I've showered<br />
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soft fingertips lingering over every bone in my back<br />
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always on the countdown to my next mental breakdown</p>
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<p>you and I sit here in our ivory towers<br />
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and contemplate our own existences.<br />
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are we two shards of the same soul,<br />
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separated at birth and led drastically different lives?<br />
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do you dream of me, of my mundane life,<br />
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like I dream of <i>you?</i></p>
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<p>how disappointed of me you must be.<br />
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or maybe you look forward to our meeting,<br />
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where I take on a danger far greater than myself<br />
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and you relish in the mundane and the obscure.</p>
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<p>do you love me too?</p>
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