Ni

my blessing

sent too soon

for foolish of me

with my darken eyes

I stood bewildered

by what is mine

too pure for my reality

I vanished in my thoughts

when time came right

so did my heart

too broken to fix

my shattered angel

I raced my mind — lost

to lose my dimes

but soon I shall find

you-

my blessing

I’m sorry

to tangle you

I’ll let you free

my angel

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