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mitternacht
the slick black silk
streams across the curves
the shine of endless reflection
one can see their soul
in the gleam
the journey
entrusive
into you own thoughts
as the travel begins
where have i been
where am i going
hold fast to the answers that come forward
as your hair whips in the wind
your going for a ride lil pumpkin
whispers
as a laugh deeply submerged
echos from your presence
the fun is at hand.
