Copyright Julia Bydulia
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The playground was our refuge
when we were younger
we would hide under the wooden steps
and promise not to change.
The playground was our doorway
and we stood still in it for too many years,
stopping the other from moving.
We were stuck.
The rooms that we ended up in
when we took that step forward
turned out to be different rooms
than we had originally planned.
Meet me at the swing set
with an open mind and a bad memory
and maybe we'll get along better
than the suckers who showed their faces at the reunion.
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