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the 1st BOOK of thum

Angel Steals

Give a gift,
				take a lie.

Loss makes noone care,
Being here and living there.
Care not, so I say no words.
Think what you will.
You do not have the prayer,
for that which has no choice.
She knows me well;
she sees my weakness.
She carries to the skies....

... that from which I could grasp of the light that beckons.
But alas my heart,
for it knows only of the flame.
One thinks I do not possibly have purpose,
but all shit has purpose 
--- to lie.

Give a gift.

Angel Steals

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