girl speaking silently to angel:
do you tire of this view, oh angel?
will i tire of it (after i die), do you think?
how long have you been here?
must seem like an eternity.
well, your flesh doesn't rot, though it may crumble one day.
and your thoughts can't flutter like mine do...
staring into the endless void is our bond though.
thanks for being here as a support for me.
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