i (from venice) and you (from san francisco)

we hold our hands in silent liberty,
with unspoken love,
and a birthright we never cared about
i was a hoarder of identity,
yet when waves erode us onto shore
was it fate that brought us together?
from opposite ends of the earth—
i (from venice)
and you (from san francisco),
in arrogant dignity and indecency:
washed in dirt, like pigs in a cage

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