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"sometimes 2"


I croon by my lonesome,
Lost from the angels,
Who held my hand!.
Sometime I walk,
scared, far from here!.
Memories gagged on,
Obliterated away!.
Archangels sing of you
on red sore knees!.
Wings ripped and torn,
My tears are cried out!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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