As you see the cool reflection of my deep and hungry eyes
Upon the subtle, glinting sheen in this dark place.
Hidden deep within my being, deep beneath where my soul lies
If you look I will not speak of but a trace.
A fence of steel between us, holds my hands back from the
urge
To reach and touch the curvature, the angel’s face.
I try my best to just suppress, to hold it somehow here at
bay
But the thought of you still haunts all of my days.
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