She hits the blade with both hands high
Downward is heavenward
And we are not alone
Condensers on and a drop is found
A fingertip trace says to me
I can see you when you are red
A bed of dead leaves grace the ground
A quick glance to the other side
And we will not be found
Symbionts in haste command
Come close, screams to me
I can see you above the rest
And through it all, she seems secure
Downward is heavenward
And we are not alone
Head thrown back a second time
Eyes shut, he yells above
Can we do this without a net?

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