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[merexcursion]

where would I be without you
love of mine?

two odd shaped things
clanging together to make
their own sort of music

growing smooth and tuned by the churning.

I need not run anymore...
you are my logcabin in the wilderness

we ascend on an intrapersonal tumble...
will you forever do a little stumble dance with me?

Comments

[skygoodwill]

Aw sweet.

:)

[e_morgan]

Very well said... I really like this poem. Thank you for sharing it!