Satin or Rust
I can almost seize your depth.
Brass rings dangle,
just centimeters from my soul.
Winds blow your being
beneath the very hairs of my skin.
I am thrown into your personal
sea of kaleidoscopic spirals.
If I set my heart free,
love can be the ultimate
gift,
or my darkest hour.
Brass rings dangle,
just centimeters from my soul.
Winds blow your being
beneath the very hairs of my skin.
I am thrown into your personal
sea of kaleidoscopic spirals.
If I set my heart free,
love can be the ultimate
gift,
or my darkest hour.
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