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Perhaps it was they never let him feel

That joy and pain are both as real

Human feelings so repressed

Must find some space to be expressed

She loves him more than he ever knew

Touched her heart as other men rarely do

The future dreams the barn owl flies

I saw it all within his eyes

The perfect week, the perfect touch

Was it possible to have this much?

The future book a shared life together

I wanted to be with you forever

Laughter joy and burning fires

Your skin our touch my deep desires

Fulfilled beyond erotic dreams

But the wheel can turn or so it seems

Words spoken by an angel's feather

Spelt arousing stimulation together

This angel's heart is wounded too

She yearns for love having never met you

So sad that everything has come to this

An injured angel descends to the abyss

True intimacy there’s always shared

Revelations from our souls are bared

The poet's seraph his heart must catch

A red haired, blond or raven match

Now her wings can heal her heart set free

I wonder how many fallen angels will there be?

A poem by Sarah

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