I above...
the tight rope of emotions.
Thebreathing
angel.
The breathing-
heartbeat.
And this happiness eludes.
All of these ANGELS...
-in my head!
Short of breath?
Natercia.
Natercia my sweet godmother;
how I love you.
I do.
How I love - you.
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