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I don’t want to look at that one.

I look at this instead, the flapping is just another perspective and I am done with those of others.
Here is a little of my own….
You are there.
I am here.
Our beings collide, the butterflies roam
Our feelings overwhelm
The births begin
The arguments persist
The timing blooms
Sacred embraces, time, travels
Traditions.
Gone far past, we want it to last
It’s all to pass
The time which we never knew
Could come and go
So fast.
Press slow,
Press pause,
Stop this moment,
Go back to the time where we once did
Last.
Where the Captain lasted and the wine never grew old
The Bitter sweet taste swishing around hitting rock bottom ground.
Spinning, why not?
It all is.
Our worlds intertwine
And we all become a little bit of each other’s worse mess.
Throwing up our own distress