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The Angels
by
Brittany Wolf
They're
white and beautiful
They're soft as silk
They come to me every night
Before I go to bed
But one night
When I had gone to sleep
They didn't visit
Instead while I slept they didn't come
And when I awoke
I was laying on a white, puffy cloud
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