when this is all over

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a hop to
take me, footloose
in the middle of the streets too
the grass is plusher so
let yourself fall.

a skip to
your lou is child-bright
minds like ours rushing
away from your footfalls falter
take a break.

a jump to
each their own conclusions
contradicts and contracts
you shrink away, game over
we'll restart.

a breath to
kickstart, respiration
restarting in the respites
of you are hard to catch
in the morning.

perhaps
when this chapter ends
i'll let you go.

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