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Poetblue448 -> my Fallen Angel (4/23/2012 4:55:05 AM)
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my Fallen Angel
She haunts my dreams.
Like a shadow, She is always behind me.
i beckon her, beg Her to emerge into the light;
Her laughter echoes in my ears,
Yet i have never met Her.
my days are a monotonous blur
vanilla task upon task;
wife, kids, work... T
he facade is neverending.
But in the night She comes.
i cannot see Her, though i know Her every curve.
i feel Her breath.
The memory of Her sting upon my flesh
Carries me through each vanilla day
with the faith that when She comes
i will collapse into Her
And be raptured away.
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