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Nov 2019
Ambushed..
yeah, just like that.

Heart-lit, little star-glows,  holding
all of the universe in their  young,
galaxy-dust  laden hands
changing, an until-now-thought
predestined plan..

launched, at me like love-laced
little mortar rounds,  sent by
something.. all-too-sneaky, maternal--  

lips, oh my goodness..
      this is all so very unfair.

And all I wanted to do is just leave.
and all I wanted to do  is just sneak away,  unloved.
Maybe in the next life,
though,  I doubt it--

those angels that she talks to..
      they are as sneaky as she is


She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears a cross around her neck.
Yes, the hair is from a little boy,
and the cross- from someone she has not met..

well.. not yet.
Says, she talks to angels,
says, they all know her name.
https://youtu.be/lgYTTM6BfjU
Written by
M Vogel  Musica est spiritus Dei ❤
(Musica est spiritus Dei ❤)   
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