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Jun 2013
The land was made of blackness, shade, and shadow..
I spent a good 10 years here..
The overseer was a light winged figure that would shine light forth with every flutter of its wings..
Sometimes I could see its true face..
Its hair was blue and then golden all at once...
It would catch all of these sins that fell from the sky..
Lately there have been storms of them..
The light winged figure would ask me for help at times..
We would turn blackness, shade, and shadow into color, shine, and light..
We created a land, a sort of kingdom.. From darkness we molded into light..
Where a place of no sound now sang music..
I was helping to create heaven out of forgiveness..
I then relised something so very tragic..
I was no longer here..
Or should I say there..
I was gone from them..
the light winged figure was my brother and mother..
it was also God..
as i awoke in the hospital..
torn away from heaven..
Solaces
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Solaces  South Texas
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