Her parents house exudes a reborn air The bathtub virgins in the midnight air Seem to smile in celebration What an intercession All inertia washed away Resplendent in dignity Angeline is coming home I'd fantasize her clean and home again The quintessential reverie free of pain Just to keep from going crazy While the cracks had claimed her And how that fantasy sustained The beautiful acquaintance I desired has inspired me To levels unforeseen True admiration for someone who's Made it back from the hell she was in When do I see her? What say when I do? Do I let fantasized ideals come through? To hear her laugh at my hyperbole would send me. It's nice to have her home and whole.
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