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I was skating backwards at  the speed of light My life at that point was not a pretty sight I was wandering aimlessly on the highway of life My heart felt like it  had been sewn together with a knife Having nothing but the best of intentions I stopped at the kiosk to ask for directions She told me she had the remedy to cure my infection At that point she definitely had my attention Just as I was staring down the abyss of nothingness There she was this angel in white clothed in all her holiness Somehow she has managed to penetrate my psyche Or Perhaps I'm just a  victim of her overwhelming beauty She shelters me in the fullness  of her open wings How could I not become a prisoner of  such blessings? She captured my heart and now I am a hostage I feel like I've been given a fatal dosage. Could it be I've fallen, I've only met her once I'll just shine it on, I need to keep my distance Even so I feel a spiritual connection Or am I just a sad  victim of inferior perception.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
My Angel in Wenatchee
I was skating backwards at  the speed of light My life at that point was not a pretty sight I was wandering aimlessly on the highway of life My heart felt like it  had been sewn together with a knife Having nothing but the best of intentions I stopped at the kiosk to ask for directions She told me she had the remedy to cure my infection At that point she definitely had my attention Just as I was staring down the abyss of nothingness There she was this angel in white clothed in all her holiness Somehow she has managed to penetrate my psyche Or Perhaps I'm just a  victim of her overwhelming beauty She shelters me in the fullness  of her open wings How could I not become a prisoner of  such blessings? She captured my heart and now I am a hostage I feel like I've been given a fatal dosage. Could it be I've fallen, I've only met her once I'll just shine it on, I need to keep my distance Even so I feel a spiritual connection Or am I just a sad  victim of inferior perception.
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M/kennewick washington
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
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