The rise tasted of sweat
and grass and exhaust.
We floated through city streets
exhaling on the downslopes.
Wherever we went,
we were already gone.
Unlocked.
The rise tasted of sweat
and grass and exhaust.
We floated through city streets
exhaling on the downslopes.
Wherever we went,
we were already gone.
The Word Rummager 
Wild and lovely.
Beautifully written 😃
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