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Pair up, speak fondly, patchwork similarities next to space always half filled.

Playground Tales.
A primary crush, carried in gingham to learn what secrets are. 
Betrayal to let it leave the tarmac. 
Foreshadow on foundational heartache, but now nothing other than a forgotten name. With past, and melted chocolate in the laundry. 

A resistant pair. 

Go first,
in front of me,
please.  

Playground Tales.
Of made-up stories, this time just as tarmac breaks. A lie about tadpoles, somewhere in the green.
Maybe frogs. 
Embarrassment seems something as unforgivable as a spoilt crush.
A resistant pair.

Now somewhere after adolescence. On the edge of a table. Born familiarity sought. Safety, knowing, finds you. In halls, over dust, with your other half. October steals and splits. 

Quietly, easily, unnoticed. Both are whole now. Maybe. More than before, presumably. 

Past twenty-four more seasons. 

One failed love. One fighting. 

A resistant split. 

Notice of reunion. Past distaste for partnership and a difficulty in duality. A harsh exchange of splits, wound round a staircase conversation. Quietly, easily, notably returning as two. Both whole. 

An absence of resistance. 

The better half of two minutes. Shadowed footsteps, half a size too big. With comfort to grow.

Wait first,
walk with me,
please.
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