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gotta get me out of here
to days
basking
in the sun’s laughter,
wind-spun
melodies
weaving through
fingers,
hands
awash in sound,
thoughts malleable
to the breeze.

treetop gazes.
branches entwined,
hands held,
through greenery mazes
where on
leaf-carpets
we laid,
crisp
with the cognizance
that a day untasted
is an otherworldly
crime.