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Six times I recounted that day, it all fell from the sky. Our spirits were once covered within the wings of angels; My body burned, from the touch of eternal light. Six ways I counted the Deceptions, hiding behind her eyes. Naked, exposed upon the bed of love She touched my soul with the brand of a fool. Strength left my body; Wisdom vacated my mind. Six days I spent buried Beneath unholy ground. Laughter from the halls of Heaven, ridicule breathing out sweet vapors from the lips of the Divine. She cast me out of paradise By a single word.
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Jan 4, 2014
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