Falling End Over End

There is a cold sting in the air,
A fall day, maybe this one. 
You and I are caught in circumstances, 
Caught without a choice about the matter. 

laughing without a reason
Falling end over end 
Torn away together.

 The net is set. 
 The drawstring waits. 

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