Angel Who Guards Me
Things the eye should be kept from.
Dear sentry, with your own!
Of its brightness wrapped above
For that being of Love.
Shameless, for naked horrors
All feel meant for trapped in.
For worlds, vilest, sectioned off as
Hate's stalked through morass.
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