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I don't dream much, but when I do I dream of you, of your beautiful face, your sparkly eyes and your open heart too.

Whenever I can't get to sleep, I count the feathers on your angelic wings, every last feather, brandishing beauty, oh how you can pull my strings.

Whenever I'm lonely I recall your angelic tune, the tune of the gods that emits from your harp, loneliness fades as I remember that tune, that spark.

Whenever I'm sad I vision the aroma of light you carry, your angelic halo, of the glamour it excretes, it's ring filled with rainbows.

When I think of that, of you as an angel, I think of me, and how much of a demon I must seem.

Your eyes have so much light left in them, whereas mine are dark. You have a perfect face, and mine is rough and stark.

But most of all I think of the dissimilarity of our hearts, yours is refined and golden, and mine has no feeling left in it, it is scarred and broken.

Whatever happens just know that wherever you go, there will be demons, things that are impure, things that feed off elegance, this I am sure.

Just ignore them and play your harp, flap your wings and parade your halo. This is your destiny. As a devine being. As a dazzling creature. As an angel...