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Pick me up, spin me ‘round
but please don’t drop me,
we’re far too high for free fallin’ love,
our laughter ricochets off the silence,
brightening the moondappled
grey and silvers we’ve immersed ourselves in,
by the shades,
redgreenyellowblueorangepurple
rainbow or translucent
its our world now
and we’ve freed the child within ourselves,
two little girls racing backwards in time,
back home to hopscotch and slapjack,
crayola promises, and a brilliant play-dough sunrise.
Spin, laugh, spin,
faster, hold on tight now, don’t ever let me go
for its so hard to climb this high alone,
and uno was never meant for just one,
swirling starlight, glimmering moon,
both so beautiful but beware
cestial dust is dizzying in large amounts,
so lets spiral downward,
hand in hand,
back to the vortex called reality
where nothing is ever still.