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Here we are.

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Facing one another in mismatched chairs again.
I run to you, oversized shirt and wool socks.

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Wooden floors,
Frictionless.
Fall onto you,
Tea whistles.

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Dance with me,
listen to the dust.
Lack of upkeep,
And anymore, the time passes with no clocks.

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We took them off the wall! ripped off their hands! and the seconds tick away to nothingness! 

The fantasy vision ripples, bent by heat—
Made clear by the crisp world outside.
The air chips away the paint in the seams.

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Our paintings travel from canvases to walls,
Ruddy noses and cheeks.

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Discarded bedsheets 
leave trails.

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Accept my Monday flaws.
We are voyagers, sailors—this unknown sea we keep.
Tucked between the pages,
like heroes, our senses heightened.

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I can taste everything around us. You can smell the walls and the shelves and me.