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May 2021
The reflection is blinding , winding its pageantry
Around my soul, blinding sending chills,
Up my body's threshold, beholding its purpose
Awakening my sense, pretenses falling away.
It is you I see, believing all your grace
When at last I see your beautiful face.
Love you
Written by
Robert meacham
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