4:11 AM

A sip of you,

Oh may I have?

Not too much but just a sip.

Didn’t plan to fall,

Hit the ground after this hard slip.

The knee weak deep,

Causing the shifting of my hip,

Overflowing, he caught the drip,

Awaiting confirmation of our future to slip off your lip.

Whichever road, I must transcend.

No need to repeat this cycle again,

The last sword has been entered,

Completing the cycle with all ten.

Queen of Wands, I embody,

No longer can I lobby,

Releasing all of my ego hobbies,

From this point on, not even myself can stop me.

To the top,

I do declare,

The Wheel of Fortune is shifting to the side with Fair,

A reward to create dimensional abundance,

I surrender Beloved,

I allow you to do your share.

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