Midnight 🪞reflection🪞 thgindiM
Meet me in between
These midnights separated
These glassen shorelines
This calmness obscures
A tumultuous center
Maelstrom in the midst
They batten hatches
They surround us on all sides
They know not our steps
They couldn't have known
Or they wouldn't have followed
So poorly prepared
These ill tutored ilk
Unknowingly lean upon
Mercy when we win
But I lean on you
And your head on my shoulder
My reason to stay
Your touch all I need
While midnight might find us far
I still feel you close
This game has been won
We rest, foes chasing their tails
Tilting at shadows
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