I couldn't see her face but I could tell she was an angel.
Something in the way her hair tangled.
My heart dangles as she strangled the pen.
Writings within bangle stripes clearly against men.
I walk past with tragic steps, eyes with depth,
Pools that are full but tears that aren't wept.
Full of the scent I swept into my nose making nostrils wet.
Like clouds in the sky she moved slowly.
Covering my light but ironically showing
That glowing is possible but not probable.
A constantly challenging constable that has me in cosmic hospitals
Somewhere in the sky. She hides all her obstacles on the paper.
Something written and saved for later,
I just hope isn't for my optical to savor.
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