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I wrote you a song... here's part of it:

"Black, like her hair and her wings
Of great raven feathers
She glowed

I'd never seen the holy,
Never seen such beauty
Before

...

She offers her ivory hand
In help and in kindess
--but god!
I'm distracted by that perfect,
Lovely smile
I feel less and I try to hide
My fangs when I smile

I'm thrilled I'm alive
Alive to discover
Angels do indeed exist, and they wear black

And if
I had to choose between
This angel or oxygen, well then
I'd just learn how to live
Holding my breath."

<3