We sit atop a lonely staircase.
The warmth of your heart
Keeps mine beating, ever stronger.
We watch the world pass us by,
Blissfully isolated together;
Concocting fairytales of passers-by
And other such trivial matters of great importance.
Combined,
We take to the skies as one
And soar.
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