A poem before bedtime

skulnik

Active Member
For the 'erb

ANGEL

She's my Angel,
singing me through the vast life.

She slows shotgun vibe
to tick-tock sundance
where every second's a sunset
and every minute's a miracle

She brushes my cheek
and
b
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t
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s
into me,
the sweetest mist,

singing to me in shades,
eyes ever wider,
ever deep in her smokey gaze.



Goodnight everyone. Great site. Good ppls.

:peace:Skully
 
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