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The Angel Cried





When the Fates were yet babies

sleeping entwined within each other's arms,

I was meant for you.

My quest has always had your form and voice.

There is no pleasure but has your taste,

there is no fantasy that does not end with you.

Embrace me.

I am yours.

Each cell within my body screams your name.

How many times have I turned in a crowd to see your face?

How often have I trekked a lonely road

only to hear… Continue