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Kindred Spirit (Ode an angel) Your anatomy is an atom in it's purest form if I am your moon you are my sun, unequivocally you are my all. The sole of you feet drag sand from other beaches I am the the owner of an amputated spirit that you mend with broken kisses. My kindred spirit. Idealistically, the being made from the same mold when I contemplate you visually leaves no doubt in my soul. Physically, lyrically, metaphorically speaking. The Caribbean reflects on your face when sun hits it giving your Cinnamon complexion a whole new meaning. My kindred love. I am humbled to you have you whole and you are an angel sans the halo and your smile makes God himself blush. You are definitely not of this world and warmth of your body surpasses that of the Equator when I am your scorching fire you are my log. My kindred soul. Your heart is bigger than everything that is and I would gladly spend the rest of my life in your lips undoubtedly, mathematically an infinity will be it. Because you are the cure to my incurable illness everything that I wanted, my Earth, my Sun, my all my kindred spirit.
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Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 3:13 PM UTC
"Kindred Spirit"
Kindred Spirit (Ode an angel) Your anatomy is an atom in it's purest form if I am your moon you are my sun, unequivocally you are my all. The sole of you feet drag sand from other beaches I am the the owner of an amputated spirit that you mend with broken kisses. My kindred spirit. Idealistically, the being made from the same mold when I contemplate you visually leaves no doubt in my soul. Physically, lyrically, metaphorically speaking. The Caribbean reflects on your face when sun hits it giving your Cinnamon complexion a whole new meaning. My kindred love. I am humbled to you have you whole and you are an angel sans the halo and your smile makes God himself blush. You are definitely not of this world and warmth of your body surpasses that of the Equator when I am your scorching fire you are my log. My kindred soul. Your heart is bigger than everything that is and I would gladly spend the rest of my life in your lips undoubtedly, mathematically an infinity will be it. Because you are the cure to my incurable illness everything that I wanted, my Earth, my Sun, my all my kindred spirit.
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Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 3:13 PM UTC
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