" Loop hole "

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We clap hands together
A sudden contact but soon it's to disperse
After a joke is rattled
And the curled up lips turn linear
A stranger knocks again
Claiming him
Making it seem like an another forever.....

After the after parties are over
When everything is as still as lake water
He sits on the familiar deck
Knees bent , hung to touch the clear water
And this loop ends again
With his head on my tiny shoulder......

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