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Ask the Angel of Light
by Cookie

He gave to her, anything at all
She had no life, after all
Blue eyes as see
He falls a lot
She riposted
With a tale of lies

It was dark or light?
From her words of true
With her kiss and breathe
He left and graved
Her name in his heart
And “sicker!” shout her voice

Seeing this
To blossom he was
Dead to the world
And yet not unblessed
Destroying this
From memories ill

Since he was named,
Take him as a dear
From that time
Angelique