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| Silent Prayers Quiet angel watching the heavens looking down upon the world. What hides behind your glass eyes, your fixed smile? I often wonder if you see my pain, my mistakes. Your golden hair falls into such perfect curls, nothing out of place... How can an angel have such a grasp of hell? My life is spinning in circles...revolutions I wish you would send me a sign... Let me know that you understand. As I stop to pick up a feather, I think of you. I can see you, as if in a vision... Yet now, there is something different, Something I never noticed before... Your lips are moving... A sweet gentle movement... It's almost as if you are whispering... Silent prayers... For me |
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