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#Day2 - August 2017   Love shot down like a thug on the street..   Heart shattered like broken glass on a beat..   Sound waves rumbling through my head like a stampede..  
Dear Angelite My tiny crystal Light blue like the clear sky I met you this past summer in a barn at the farm I realized your power and felt your vibration
You are the waves of the ocean, Unapologetically crashing to the shore, Then seeping back out to the sea, To rise and fall unyieldingly.   You are the trees in the forest, Radiant and confident,
He said that I was a science experiment An untouched batch of curiosity and exploration His crystallized liquid epoxy Had forgotten in his infatuation in his curiosity and in his exploration
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