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Feb 2015
Loving
the hearts of angels breathe with yours
and it pulses with softness
made of their thrills

Loving
the wings of angles touch your mind
and it forgets all
flying into hopes
made of wingy illusion

Loving
the lips of angles kiss yours
and they don't rule themselves more
adored with the flavor
made in heaven
Ata
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Ata
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