Harlequin Spinning, circling, twirling, whirling.

It's fun to laugh at your problems.

It's fun when there's an undying trust that scares the living nightlights out of you.

It's fun to feel the flutter of your heart when you're more afraid that warm fuzzy, cold clenching flutter than anything else.

It's fun to laugh and twirl while you cry.

It's fun to sneak out and sit on frozen grass to see a frozen moon.

It's fun to write to you, mon ami. Je t'aime.

Spinning, twirling, waltzing. One, two, three - this is how we dance.
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