Fallen Angel~Broken Halo

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wishful thinking,
touch of breath.
warm of skin'
lips on breast.

love departing,
fleeting chilled.
left disheartened,
all hopes killed.

Resurrect my restless heart,
as lips gently part.
rest inside..my fragile soul,
I am silver... you are gold...

Tamara Seraph
copyright 2010


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