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Earth angel

Propelling through a self destructive whirlwind straight into the wolves den There you are shining light my calm in the storm, my center, my zen I sometimes swear you're living proof angels walk among men Oh, how I long to see you again If it's not if but, when Until then... I'll reach for you through the tip of my pen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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