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nuances of misplaced ardor

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with delusions thick
at my heels,

             I wait
             for an unnamed face.





    grace has shed its purity,
       white lace sullied from wear

       and
        the light
           up there

      has grown quite dim.




   but I thought I heard
   an angel singing




             and I swore I saw
             a soul re-birthing.




delusions are just like that-
they take your eyes,
steal away your perception




and run off with your mind
in pockets deep.
argh I had to shorten the title cos I reached the character limit for it.

the original title is 'stolen nuances of misplaced ardor'
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aching-to-seek's avatar
Hehe ... I like this one, too. :)