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how i might crave this person the way a therapist says the inner child

plays with an imaginary toy. i don’t know the rules. teach me.


it’s as familiar as hide and seek, you’ve just never given it a name. game

set. home advantage doesn’t win. might find another world.


my cognition might sway and linger until it gets sleepy of pretending,

i’m slower this time. rust finds its age in the fade. forgets


it’s just a reaction. might seek rescue in the longing now.

a spaceship is still a vehicle, you just never thought you’d like this ride. 


the speed is still scary. tell me not to run away when

i’ve arrived so early that i might already be in love.

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