June 29, 2008
thy youthful love,
with such a face as an angel:
forget me.
trapped before the ends of heaven.
enclosed in the village of my mind.
wandering beneath the shadows of icy blue eyes.
carelessly chard in many places,
sung for the healing touch of the angel.

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