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6d
Like two children at play, a wonder on the streets of Casco Bay,  
My heart skips as I sidestep the cobbled, ice-laden paths,  
Splashing through puddles, we feed off each other's desire—  
Just one spin on the merry-go-round.  
Seats abound; places to grasp and relive our youth.  

WOOSH! A glimmer of wrapped wings swirls around me—  
Falling, diving, toward the ground in this exhilarating dance.  
A crash never manifests;  
She is a  mirror of my dash, now two ****** skyward,  
Our backs arch, eyes ablaze,  
Soaring to unfathomable heights of pure ecstasy.  

A search ignites, the deep thrum booming,  
Fingers strumming across invisible strings—  
My heart’s afire with a pulsing melody,  
Music familiar yet unnamed on this carousel, now just for two.  

Reappearing on the stone-studded streets,  
I walk to the water's edge,  
Bursting from a diamond's tip, where cherubs caress  
A billion luminous suns.  
My heart ignites, my lips blaze, yearnings align—  
Counting down the days until our meeting.
Once more, let us spin again...
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Are we home yet  45/M/Maine
(45/M/Maine)   
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       Immortality and owls at dawn
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