you know i don't have yr antidote and you don't have my cure, but maybe once they've coaxed the poison from yr veins and maybe once i've expelled these fears from my rattling lungs, maybe then. maybe then our downward spirals will pause or at least align. maybe then you'll visit, and we can sleep through days and ride through nights on our newly brakeless bikes shouting revolutionary slogans and painting the pavement with pearls of wisdom. and maybe then we'll learn how to unlearn these secrets behind our eyes; maybe then we'll remember how to see our own reflections in these beautiful broken buildings, broken skies, and we'll laugh at these absurd games of falling down.
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