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And we are like two children
Sitting on the swinging bench
Ebbing for the lift a little harder
A little faster, knees bruised push hard
Our feet bare, little solders of the garden
You and I and we never knew
As we sat high up in the tree
Our branch looked over the world
In it most adamant form
And we swung down clutching at branches

I see you with the pink tongue
Drinking milkshake with a tea spoon
Making war with water
Pushing my bike till the speed over takes you
A hill moves our bodies so we can't stand up
But the fall the fall is what we fell from
And we look back when we didn't know:

As the silent swelling holds and floors me
Never knew I was in a fight to be
Standard erect combat all laws
Against the endless trials of scepticism
I realises no the textual faults that loses you
Buys me in to this new way that lost
Form and delved in to an element
Not rich with beauties composition.

We are still sitting in the playground
Part knowing nostalgias gone
Talking still growing about the times lost
Being still freeing from madness
That defines us part of who I am.