Rants. raves and ramblings from celestial circles . . .

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They run like colts
in river beds of colored wines
flicking whatever berries
at each other

or something.

They both understand the language
wondering with each other.

Laughing,
and knowing

when they hurt each other.

Suffering for each others pain
and crying
when they dance

in each others rain.

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