To be un-chosen.
To be put back on the shelf.
To be stranded.
When all we wanted was to be carried off together,
Our feet not touching the solidness of earth.
Because once we walk out of the gift shop and pry ourselves from the broken arms
We find we have miles and sky.
And all that empty space to be un-chosen?
We can fill it with choosing our self.
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