Poetry · Writing

two person show;

i love talking to you;

somedays it is a ball of laughter

snowballing down an avalanche sized memory.

the next will be at each others throat

the next time we see each other

be at each others throat.

the next will be asleep in each others arms

loving and dining taking turns

learning and performing

for the days to come

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