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Jun 2015
He found the shape of angels
In the curvature of her body,
smelled the sweet scent of heaven
In the hollow of her neck,
Heard the harps of cherubs
In her honeyed voice
And tasted eden
On her cupid's bow.
And when her pain
Licked him like dancing flames,
He rode a wave of ecstacy
Toward a hellish nirvana.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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