Look - I am flying - Away.
If you want - I can take you to Paradise - New.
But you must keep - It - A secret, okay?
I see you - Reaching out.
But - Angels! Pull me apart -
From you - I shall derive the reason of doubt -
An inability to touch a part -
Of you that has drifted, sifted through the space.
Stand - Up on thy cold feet.
And just take a leap - Of faith
un-fathomed measured it's feat.
The Red Cloak- tied around my neck - tightening swathe...
Ancient tale - Erst took place,
Since - Forgot you - Lovely face
The grip loosened- commence a far fetched search
Is that - You - On Paradise's gate perched?
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