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ANGEL SONG
there is magic here
where polyester becomes finest silk
and cotton T, lingerie
and sighs ring like poetry
and moans, how angels sing
what finally breaks us
is at last forgotten
and those things deemed ordinary
shimmer in the light we make
our spark burns like pleasure
crickets serenade us
where polyester becomes finest silk
and cotton T, lingerie
and sighs ring like poetry
and moans, how angels sing
what finally breaks us
is at last forgotten
and those things deemed ordinary
shimmer in the light we make
our spark burns like pleasure
crickets serenade us
Published 14th Jul 2021
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14th Jul 2021 11:58pm
Yeah what breaks me is he refers to me with my mothers name. He can think I forgot him a little longer.
28th Jul 2021 3:59am
