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May 2015
She came from the sky,
       Long black hair, flowing like water.
       Her petite frame, smile of pure white gold.
       Porcelain skin,  with eyes that saw through souls.
              
My spirits soared like an angel,
      As an angel walked by.
      Star struck I froze, as I looked into her calm grey eyes.
      I was sold, cause the heart never lies.

    My soul;                                 and hers,
                 was created for hers,               created for mine.
Styles
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