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Twilight, just before the dawn

12/16/2017

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​The leather of my gloves crinkles 
as I tighten the reins 
My steeds trot becomes a gallop
We begin traveling through time ...

through space ...

arriving at a place unfamiliar 
Yet, it felt so safe ...
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Shimmering through the shadows
I'm drawn to a presence...
My heart begins to pound as I see you laying there
behind a veil of lace ...

Resting so peaceful... so full of grace ...
I remove my cloak and armor 
I sit down in a chair beside the bed
Closing my eyes, drifting into your dreams 

​There we make beautiful, passionate love 
in the twilight, just before dawn ...
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