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Garnish

An angel transposed as a being. So innocent. Always staying far from corruption.

 

she traded teddy bears for a bible and holds it just as tight.

 

They say if you believe something with all your heart that it must be true.

 

I believe God sent her down from a glorious height along with other angels; who with their broken wings teach others how to fly.

 

She has morally stimulated thighs that stimulate my mind and an inner beauty that fans out from her lonesome eyes

 

to her freckled cheeks all the way down to her partially chapped lips that are

 

softer

 

than

 

mine

 

God has to exist because i've never felt more faith in one hug.

Purity is her truth.

She's an angel for not falling into American youth.

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chad-kerner
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Nov 29, 2011
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