Inhale exhale bloom
your whispers exhort.
Transfixed my vision
your words support.
I see phantom’s night
pass by a soft exhale;
freedom exudes in me
I no longer am in jail.
Imprisoned by doubt
by an uncertain notion
that is remedied by
elixir that’s your potion.
Your warmth a drug,
that my heart pumps,
in my veins to brain
my heart now thumps.
I’m just man a sinner
such as I’ve witnessed
in the mirror I a sinner
set free by forgiveness.
Breathe over me see
I a pompous fiend do
see a pardon for sin
exude in breath of you.
I am who I am in part
made in magic breathed
by your words flow so
my wretched self is free.
That is so nice and cute! 😊❤
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😍😍 Yep, still reminds me of Christopher Poindexter. So flippin’ beautiful Winchester! Gives me heart squeezes.
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Well thanks so flippin’ much Weigman.
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Hahaha! You’re welcome!
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