Ever since that night we met
in that lonely house,
my eye is blessed
with your memory,
with your cotton skin,
and your holy hair.
As we walked along smelling the
fresh ground beans
our nervous eyes met,
our bodies close,
you were that angel.
That holy angel.
Would you be mine, little angel?
Could you be mine...?














Comments
nice one
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The show must go on
Only 4% of teens proclaim Jesus Christ as their savior, if you're one of them, put this in your sign
... your angel?
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The show must go on
Only 4% of teens proclaim Jesus Christ as their savior, if you're one of them, put this in your sign
well, arnt you gunna tell me more?
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*skill is only harnessing your luck*
tihihihi
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The show must go on
Only 4% of teens proclaim Jesus Christ as their savior, if you're one of them, put this in your sign
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*skill is only harnessing your luck*
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The show must go on
Only 4% of teens proclaim Jesus Christ as their savior, if you're one of them, put this in your sign
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