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Aug 2013
her lovely visage shining softly down
on display in every billowing cloud
while gently the early morning breeze
whispers her name among the trees
the ocean mirrors her cerulean eyes
her smile adorns each vibrant sunrise
though gone away for several years
she smiles brightly through my tears
and comforts me in my deep despair
for i still see my angel everywhere
wounded
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   maybella snow, --- and Rose
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