It was the end of days,
these kind of days,
where we felt differently than we do now,
when we had no diversions on Saturday and Sunday,
save for the picture show,
and Wanted the Etching back,
and the flashlights,
and the two wheelers that lay close to the ground,
which was convenient,
we were young,
but I wanted one of those days back,
just one of them,
though I knew it wasn't possible,
they belonged to another version of me,
of them,
of us,
and we would spend the rest of [our] time working to bring it back
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