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As Angels Sing

Written: April 5, 2006

Your soul is eternally
pressed between the pages of my heart
Mine resides comfortably
cushioned amidst your grey matter
Our lives as tightly woven
as expensive cotton though
just a thread of thought connects us

Your words caress me
as passionately as your hands in my dreams
delicate tendrils of necessity
entwine us in the beauty of love
whispering in my ear,
'take a chance...'


 
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