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| Circles
I chase
and you run
 and I chase harder
 and you run faster
 and we whip the tepid air
 into a whirlwind.
 
 Then I stop
 and step into the eye
 and for a second watch your running
 until I gently pull you in.
 
 For a moment
 we hold each other
 watching the storm we brewed
 tenderly entwined
 until the wind whips through our hair
 again.
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