Michael The ArcAngel Poems

Words,
Words are fragments life,
Little tiny pieces of me
In which i send to you as rhythms,
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I've learned much
But yet remembers so little,
My savior calls but I answereth not,
Clinging to my knowledge and understanding
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A man stands alone in the museum staring at a painting on the wall.

Something about his gold blue eyes that emits sadness,
Maybe the painting has a place in his history,
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Wait till the sun rises,
They all seem to turn away at first light',
This is the slogan for the monsters,
Day dreams lately, they don't seem have lite clouds anymore,
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