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The Only Man A Girl Can Depend On Is Her Spirit Guide

We’re looking down at the clouds,

hands held,

souls melded,

ocean oracles stare deep into my spirit,

and tell me everything I have ever needed to know.

You,

like a father,

a best friend,

a clean up crew,

all those thankless things,

all the pain I’ve put us through,

but you always stayed true to me,

and here we are,

the same as every night,

looking down on bright, broken clouds,

hands held,

souls melded.

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