Poetblue448
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Joined: 4/20/2012 Status: offline
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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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