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DM Aug 2015
One night,
I ask the hollow angel,
just to hold my hand,
and I surely know,
they listen,
I hand over my hand,
with my palm open wide,
I believe
they grab my hand,
cause I feel so calm,
I feel so comfort,
then I lay down with smile,
I fall to sleep,
thank you,
Angel.
The Angels is here
I lay in my comfort zone because of them

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