| PoeticLee |
| In the quiet In that hour before dawn In the darkness I am the breath touching your soul In the roar of the end of my day in the light and the life You are the dream that quietens my soul I face the light golden you face me bathed in shadows Lighting The darkness Around each other intricately beatifully tortured on the edge of the precipice we dance Our dance begins |
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| tracking and defining ME |