the unrhyming tworld.

twirling and running and dancing and shouting and laughing at all in the way. hold on to my hand and spin ’round with me, grab on tight, im telling you now, cause when i fall, i fall pretty deep. taste the sugar, the sap of the trees and smell the cut blades of green. giggle so much that people stare and wonder at the joke they must’ve missed. come chase the sky at endless joints, meandering on towards ever. pushing at wind and tilting towards sun,while we run to keep up with our hearts, each of us breathing, at times for the other, while slowly two become one.

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