Separation brings a sense of peace in an awkward moment. Regale as you awake in a new approach to an old route. He can’t make anything you decide. What is hibernation except an escape from duty, and as such you sleep to avoid your need for him. He comes stomping, he comes in with song. He leaps and bounds through forest with arms out to smack on tree. Mud covered boy, moss creeps up leg. Dirt in your hair boy, love push you down your path. Her cave is open your voice is tired from yelling. Now is the time for the snow to melt, now is time for warmth and naked life. Together all things vulnerable are now safe.
Rise from your nestled bed now girl, pressed sleep is patterned on your skin girl. These markings are villainy and you can watch them dissolve by waking hour. Pick her up now boy, brush off wasted time with your good intention. Can you see more with arms locked, can you lead a straighter path as you guide one another? As in all things coupled, you are now too; a pair of vocals and a twin configured energy united to bring the corners of your yearning puzzle like edges together.
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