wall shadows

In bright daylight
We are all butterflies
Exchanging compliments
Swapping presents
Flying our best route
To life or just office
A mediocre suffice.
Behind walls
We are all shadows
Of crouching tigers
Replaying stories
Rethinking friends
Indulging in thighs
Not of our own
But thrown 
To the mercy 
Of closed doors. 

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