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she is the thought that hangs gently on my brow from early sunrise to late sunset tis her that smile those jeweled eyes I'd gladly t..

anew and freshly woken tis bright now and the angel has spoken her whimper welcoming words warm in winter though a song heard before ..

oh there you are softly swayed warmly whispering by the eyes of wintery iced essence under a veil of checkerboard contrast and p..

angel you there cloaked lily-white and alright (looking over at you is like reading an unfinished book series) your my muse sweet one yo..

these days are now cool and the wind is plentiful this hardened dirt path lined with bare broken trees dad I'm breaking as well I've ..

this ache grows a pale crisp angel I pledge to thee crawl forth from depressed legs and hold strong cherry lip smiles when the day ret..

chime the dark Gothic organ press the bones minstrel mayhem when adhering to lessons taught the weak poet sought soon the flustered..

in ear reach came a soft harps weeping cords it was the soundtrack of my dream my dear you have my heart it breathes the air of your l..

autumn in the wood surrounded by it's earthy burnt orange such a time of thanks held steady in her blowing winds oh wildlings of the forest ..

here we stood among the clouds above a sea of a mountains foggy swirling confusion we were angels in this brindle garden arms of reac..