Savior
Like a divine gift from the heavens, Oh! angelic creature, save me from destruction. Your beauty flourishes before my naivete. Salvage my sanity! Desperate as the dead, gnarled knobs of winter's limbs I beckon to you oh, utopian splendor! Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 12:59 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Like a divine gift from the heavens,..."