Reflection
My dream is in my reflection
Of a person so satisfied
Yet the pages are unturned and my perception is born
How I remember to pacify
This love that is at both ends of the spectrum
What is this force that commits
Itself in passion
As both good and evil
I admit im trying to count the days
Until we meet she and I in a pleasure
T o attest that my will is both in fury and ration.
I confess im in purity.


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