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The angel fell onto me
Skylarking he fell onto me He stood still onto my shoulder and spake: - Why do thou share my words with others? - Aren’t you my guarding angel—I said? - Shouldn’t I express the enlightened signs you Wish to forsaken me with? - I am no guarding angel of thine, instead a humble messenger am I. To you only— - Spread my words no more—he said - Otherwise they will label you an errant minded Describing secondhand Chimeras. - You see, angel, I thought I was an errant minded Who can only describe secondhand Chimeras. The grief blistered deeper than. The self, a spirit’s residue. “Not enough time to thoroughly.”
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