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somewhere you could never go
somewhere right in front of you
that
couldn't exist although
you're practically
already
there
agonizing having to stare
captivating hypothesizing
then
vanishes
into thin air
then there's murky water
swimming in our underwear
under the sympathetic rain
running
up the grass trail
then there's getting lost
walking our bikes slowly
beneath the distracted sun
being pointless
and
not minding
being everything
you making me scrambled eggs
every single vague border line
specifically drawn with
invisible ink
on a flooded asphalt driveway
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