The New Portal
The surprise came late . . . your familiarity tingles like goodnight but speaks good morning. Your face is more than welcome here on pillows,
mirrors speak of us well.
Surrender feels best . . . this submission is release from burden,
living inside me. Apparently the quiet soul gets quicker results,
this feels like the beginning of fire.
No school to court passions, I fall in and out of situation, no swan dive to speak of except for the plummet into neverender.
She cycles like me . . . freespirit and lifts me . . . oppression of the mind released . . . captain, have you met your match or your maker . . . one in the same to whisper home . . .
mirrors speak of us well.
Surrender feels best . . . this submission is release from burden,
living inside me. Apparently the quiet soul gets quicker results,
this feels like the beginning of fire.
No school to court passions, I fall in and out of situation, no swan dive to speak of except for the plummet into neverender.
She cycles like me . . . freespirit and lifts me . . . oppression of the mind released . . . captain, have you met your match or your maker . . . one in the same to whisper home . . .
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