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Tomorrow I leave
Will the streak follow or stay
This trail of breakage

Sure, the odds are low
But Sunday’s lottery walk
Is our weekly date

Chill with the weather
Catching up on exiled tasks
It’s a perfect day

Handing out candy
With nothing pressing, I breathe
Fall into slow time

Squeezed in cocktail hour
With the painting project wrapped
October packs up

Fall’s march grows louder
Calendar days are the path
Vamooose goes the time

The group chat revived
With cross chatter during work
Clear dichotomy

Our plans went awry
When the weekend house project
Pranced into the week