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angels and demons

once our lips met

and I tasted her kiss

she called me her angel

and she sighed with soft bliss

but as I slid my hands

under her sweater

she said that

to dance with

my demons

was better

– spiritwolf

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dreamer, writer, explorer, creative, critical thinker, maker of my own reality. part left - part right brained, often found out chasing fish, the moon, music, muse... the magical, mystical and metaphysical, art, travel, foodndranks, my pack, beauty, the light and the dark, adventures, the arcane, the strange and profane...

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