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On my Birthday,
As I sat on the Floor,
By the Door,
Watching U sleep,
Like some Voyeurisitic Creep,
on a Red Bed,
With Blue Blanket,
with one arm slung over your Head,
Resembling a Renaissance Sculpture,
Of a Lost, Tragic,
Unknown, Greek Goddess who is Dead!
Or some Sacred Arthurian Angel,
Who was Poisoned by 'Green Gold'!
Not Lead!
I actually seen your Soul,
Astrally Flee!
I witnessed
Thee Exact moment......
It successfully Broke Free! ?
By: St.Sir Michael Manners 2006
St.Sir Michael Manners
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