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I fell in love with myself, for a while
I was an angel
I shone with wet luminescence in the starlight. My shoulders were the starlight pin pricks of rocky brown, dirt brown. There was green and blue amongst of opals and walled corridors without a ceiling.
Brief flashes thru my mind. I was a rose.
When I see wings sprouted from my back, a back of white.
I was an angel in the starlight.

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