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She hits the blade with both hands high.
Downward is heavenward, and we are not alone.
Condensers on and the drop is found,
a fingertip trace says to me I can see you and you are wet.

A bed of dead leaves grace the ground,
a quick glance to the other side and we will not be found.
Symbionts in haste demand come close,
screams to me I can see you above the rest.
And through it all she seems secure.
Downward is heavenward, and we are not alone.
Head thrown back, a sickened sigh, her eyes shut,
Beelzebub can we do this without a net?