Silent Crescendo
- Tara M Thrasher

- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
Sliding down and up again
Ride the bumps
The smoothest skin
Trace the lines and lets begin
Glide inside
Compulsion wins
Freedom falls and rises high
Its like a ride
I start to fly
Holding close and letting down
We're at the end
Without a sound
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