polyrhythm
one. freefall
Their souls are twined together, like vines of roses, thorns scraping the outer green away. His torso is aligned at oblique angles with his; and it's union.
They're drifting in free space.
They're holding hands, now, round ends of arms smooth against each other.
They're falling, soundlessly.
They're looping blunt stumps, and one
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