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INGRID DE YOUNG
PAINTED ART
You thought you were unobserved, your own love game
A young body, pristine and pure
You make love, ignorant of how I do it
A young body, full of youthful fire
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Angels do not exist, they have never been seen
I see her appearance, but she does not see me
Angels don't exist, but I always see you
I watch her play, and enjoy silently
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Minus your white edges, moments long
Still no idea that something stirs in me
Feeling your height, flowing without urge
Denied for me, but fed in ecstasy
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Angels do not exist, it is said
Only I know she's there
Seduction is not supposed to be, that's how it is taught
Only I know, my angel will
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