You,
Please use caution.
Walk slowly away but stop.
Be yourself and tackle me to the ground.
This won't go away.
Is it supposed to?
It's hard to believe freed minds aren't in sights,
Because times have spread widely without being interrupted.
That creak under the floorboards and that familiar slam.
You don't get it, do you?
Overhangs of blonde curls, genuine laughs, and mysterious paperwork.
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