Your gentle call erodes my skin
You sync with my beat
I retire from within
Your stamina so great
Each action the same
It’s always been you to predict my fate
Freedom will come
Forever you shall dance
Alas, my friend, our time is done
This is a poem I wrote last night and when my mum read it she didn't know what it was about, so can you guess? I thought it was pretty obvious, but then again I wrote it. Also, (yeah, I had to ask) is it any good?
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