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Jan 2014
Everyday I send a word
I'm brewing a hope of love
Send ur choicest seraphim
To burn it pure
To test it deep within
And with its triumph
Mould me anew,
A vessel unto you.

Rake my intentions
Find it chaste.
Sew up my failures.
And then with your
Archangels on my side
I shall take on this world
Under your banner, me and my love.
Clare
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Clare  Bangalore
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