Morning Angel
It is sad that the sun will follow
For an angel born out of snow
You engraved me into reality
Sparkling bright with mortality
We enjoyed both heaven and earth
Beyond friendship to give birth
To a tragedy that only love can save
With the vows to the sun we gave
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8:20 pm / In the Road
Thursday / 4 September 2014
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