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The Angel
Whenever I talk to you
It's like a sunrise goes off in my chest,
When I endure pain
You cleanse the darkness I could not
Wash off.
You the rose with its roots planted so deeply inside of me.
You are a fragrant rain
It's droplets shines in my eyes.
You are skies which carry
Ambers of stars..
They fall towards me
Like an audience of kisses.
The ambiance of your voice is
an asmr in a playlist so close to my bedside.
Angels could not possibly
be real..
I thought.. I thought wrong
behold her, the angel I call.
The Angel in my presences.
- To my darling Linda
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