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I know he comes 

From heaven.

He says he is from hell.
I feel the trail of

Star maps he draws 

Intuitively on my skin;

He creates magic constellations

And places them in my heart.

I

Hear the wishes trapped in his throat

When he whispers

To me in the

Dark.

I see his wings,

Not with my naked eyes.

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