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Jul 2015
my space against the ravages weather can wreak
is full of saints and angels taking it easy-
just sitting around waiting for me to speak-
if I wish to ask a favour they all perk up
crowding round so as not to mishear me
and I whisper prayers just to keep closer
closer to the love they all bare me.
Written by
nivek
366
     ---, --- and Eiliv Advena
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