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God bless her

for all she's done.

She's stopped the bleeding

when I was conceding

I'd always be wounded as such.

An angel

draped in humanity,

she dances inside my dreams

and it seems she's mine.

But sometimes it's hard to believe.

It's hard to conceive

I could land her,

let alone hand her

the seed she was looking to plant.

But as luck would have it

I'm blossoming into the man

she needs.

It's all panning out:

The plan is working

according to design,

and no matter how we calculate it, baby

it could never be better defined

than two stars

sharing a shine..