January 29, 2010
By , new orleans, LA
Ice blue as heel freezes over,
But I know my time is not yet over,
Through the gardens of Babylon I flee,
I know someone is dreaming of me,
Only when I sleep do I see your face,
It is the face of an angel I see,
I only hope we are meant to be.

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