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This and That

This is here.

No and where there is.

I just want my tongue on your teeth.
I fly to the moon and swim it's lakes,
I circle the sun on wax wings
I just want to lay beside you.

Here is under there.

The push of forward motion.

I just want to touch your face.
I race across the yellow prairies,
I climb the mountain's tallest ridge
I just want to see your smile.

Take me one step closer
to that.