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Guardian angel. photo

Embarked on a tread have I

Know not ahead lies what.

The terrains alien, the people

Extra terrestrial 

Make sense do not.

Ears up perk, I walk around,

The being extra terrestrial, 

Snapped and sought.

Me? Verified conclusions had I

For they revel in Neutral thoughts.   

Up my guard, I wary crawl about

Three shots of vodka 

And I’m good. I am a god. 

Some sustenance and love

Of the dense

It brings about,

This is what I’ve all my life asked for.

Unfortunate it could be,

The irony upon me isn’t lost. 

For I fell down this spiral off my own accord. 

 

This is what you wanted, huh?

Well, 

The Angel guarding you

Disappoint shall not.

 

 


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