In Between

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Some of those days were

Absolutely glorious.

And i do not wish to cloud such

Memories with my overthinking

Adult mind,

Just relish in my childhood recollections

Of crisp fall days

And running.

Running until my lungs burned

And i fell to the

Grass

Exuberantly

Exhausted.

Joyful without

Over analyzing

And immersed

In the innocence.

Oh my childhood friends,

What times were had by us

In our little realm of

Make believe;

Escaping our volatile realities together,

If only in moments, to carry us to the next.

The in between times.

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