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Feb 2013
Swimming through the dark
Just looking for your mark
A sign of your heavenly visitation
It is too bad I run into many a imitation
There are many who are fake who rake me across the coals
Because they mask their souls
When I catch a glimpse of you
A sparkle, shimmering through the shadows of life, please remember me too

I cannot spread my wings to fly with you
For my feathers are tattered and clipped and not at all new.
So I will see you fly up up and away
But your kiss promises me that everything will be okay.
I cannot help that I feel so alone as I wander through the mist
So cold and small
I await the very day when you will call
And tell me you are forever mine

So the fallen angel I am
Is not a white woolen lamb
And I don't know if white can love the sight
that they have drawn.
High School poem
Ann Beaver
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