Cycling. Circling. Spiraling retraces. The next the mirror of the first.
Closed doors. Shattered panes. Painted windows on empty floors.
Up. Down. Left then right. The dancing compass. Bending halls.
Long for days of iced cream. Blue jeans. Dreaming in musty bookstore stalls.
Big screens, small rings. Dresses for that summer ball.
Blink and now I'm watching summer fall.
Back to the promise of forevermore.
It's a daydream, one way street, so tie your knot to another door.
Wishes, kisses, go back to the one you'd left before.
Walk away from those never-ending calls.
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