I want to fall.
I may perform a nonchalant, artistic dip.
A dramatic trip,
where I wobble...
Will she? Won’t she?
Or one where
I shiver and shimmy.
Gliding down like rolling mist.
Because I love how it feels
when you catch me.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC
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