By: shelbi Henny
Tiny grains of sand
Trickle to curves
And oblige to instincts
Unparalleled
To conjuring words
That whisper to me
In the night
Tactical to understanding
That falling boost us
Introducing once so familiar
To foreign
Reverting back to refreshing
And brand new
Denying it is not us
Yet its you
That landed to this
Planet
Speaking in tongue
And pointing out my
Point of view
Leaving dirt roads
Of our paradise shore
Collections of blissful muse
An hour glass presumption
To time spending
The descendants that delegate
How much i think of you
Tell it leaves my lips
I love you
shelbi confessions 
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