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Walking away into a golden pink evening, you have fireflies in your hair.
As the wind propels you forward, I am taken aback by your beauty.
Hair red like a vengeance, eyes to cool it off.
You are a wonder, a dream, my stunning salvation.
Dancing with the trees, your tears are drops of pearls, your breath the mountain air. Clear, cold. Cold enough to make me numb.
Transparent as a ghost but still a mystery to me.
You speak of better days and I pray you will once take me there.
If I could, I would crawl into you and hide in your bones forever. I would die for you so I could give you the new air. Let me be your Angel.





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