temporaries
wortspur
neulich
reichlicher
getriebe
morgen
fadenseiden
unbeholfen
we are riding the moped through lavender
lavender fields, 80 degrees
me in the unusual dress
your hair wild
a glade invites us
we dance slow, andante
me in the unusual dress
my hair wild
and we are riding the moped
through lavender, as if on the run
flying, about to flee
the unknown
60 miles an hour
and wind in our hair
we keep riding, always
always moped always
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