There is a sense of power
in waiting for you,
on the wings of time.
You ask me to stop.
Worrying, I would slide
down the incline.
I, tethered by unknown,
wait. Beyond reason.
For you to be mine.
We draw our borders, we stake our claim, yet love still rises, a quiet flame. It slips through silence, it breaks the night, a hidden ...
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