She and I sat together and watched the last electronic sunset flicker and die. Bright orange towers of sparks; fire, catching. Screaming mobs illuminated in soft pinks and yellows. We held hands as the ceilings caved in: great domes of earth, filling the pockets of air we'd so defiantly carved out.
We thought they’d built us a paradise, but painted prisons still have bars.
We’re breaking free.
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