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Twin towers rushing towards
the heavens,
disappearing into the fog.

Graceful curves are so beguiling,
drawing the camera-wielding
tourists to your side.

I am drawn too,
but all of my pictures are already taken.
They lie, trapped between paper
and cellophane.
Unnoticed, unloved.
Only I feel their pain.

Am I forsaken?
Who am I to rail against God
in His infinite wisdom?
Who am I to fight the dark urges,
the sense of longing?

Leaning against the railing,
their siren song cuts through the mist
and calls me to them.

I slip away.
Unnoticed, unloved.

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