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Jan 2015
my feet don't carry me to you
i get lifted by my soul all the way
leaving my breath to fight it's way to my lungs
and these eyes to die when tracing your cheeks
i die everyday when you're away
and have my after life when i see you
for you're an angel by definition
a pure charge for my recovery
opening me up to a flood sighs
with every way you treat my skin
that sails deep like you found my heart..
speaking a language i wasn't taught
but i found when we collided..
i found when you brought me back to life
..my angel
sainche micano
Written by
sainche micano  alone
(alone)   
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   Devon Webb
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