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he is not putting his head on your shoulder
not telling you of his desire to help
learning the angel's way -
life is easy
he himself knows not of being an angel
knows not of being liked
has not seen much
has not done a lot
does not own a great deal
only a pocket size god -
a random garage sale find
angels are just that lucky

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She sells sea shells by the sea shore
Wind speaks from the mountain peaks
Only in whispers but wants to say more
It blows kisses hoping
She misses touches from way before
It plays in her hair tangling lavish curls
Forgotten nightmare leaves a grain of sand
On her skin
Wind gently rolls through her thoughts
Reminding I am yours
I am your next of kin

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