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From Above

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Take the time to kiss your thoughts and imagine this  Your soul will thank you later for the bliss, enjoy        Gleaming wings abroad the shoulders of a benevolent creature made by the heavens sent to earth below to bestow blessings upon its surface    Its skin golden, kissed by the sun, smooth as a rock that dwells beneath the oceans currents, assurance that is has been made to soothe the soul    Locks of gold, told to behold the knowledge of a child only there to hide the wide and wild animations inside, for what is behind could bury alive any who would put its intellect aside and strive to take away its pride    Curves bold with the beauty to uphold or tear down kingdom, freedom made these but could never change these for these services please not only its lover but itself,     no stranger did I arrive to the conclusion that the creature before me could be an illusion and so I stretch out my hand to thee and there not only do I feel but now I see....the angel that layeth before me...
Take the time to kiss your thoughts and imagine this
Your soul will thank you later for the bliss, enjoy                                                                                                                                                                                     
Gleaming wings abroad the shoulders of a benevolent creature made by the heavens sent to earth below to bestow blessings upon its surface
Its skin golden, kissed by the sun, smooth as a rock that dwells beneath the oceans currents, assurance that is has been made to soothe the soul
Locks of gold, told to behold the knowledge of a child only there to hide the wide and wild animations inside, for what is behind could bury alive any who would put its intellect aside and strive to take away its pride
Curves bold with the beauty to uphold or tear down kingdom, freedom made these but could never change these for these services please not only its lover but itself,
no stranger did I arrive to the conclusion that the creature before me could be an illusion and so I stretch out my hand to thee and there not only do I feel but now I see….the angel that layeth before me…
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