In the air behind us our spirits intermingle as we are near. They high-five, and groom each other and passionately kiss, each penetrating the other, swirling in the shape of infinity. On the earth beside us our shadows throw sticks and stones and so we tread on shards of glass, carrying the weight until our feet leave a trail of blood that we'll follow back to where we began.12-30-13
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