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1940

I don’t care if the door frame

draws a line between them.

The door between them

is only screen.

I don’t care if one of them is

in a button down shirt and vest

and the other’s in a sundress.

They're both still asking

the same question.

I don’t care if they don’t know

their hands are six inches apart

on either side of the wall.

They’re both still reaching

for each other.

One softly and one

with so much strength.

I don’t care if it was 1940.

I just want them to tear the door

open and kiss.

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