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Angel Number Two – 222

My lucky number,

rests on my left wrist. Dos. Two.

I hear the angels.

I hear the angels.

They say not to cry. My eyes,

for once, they listen.

For once, I glisten.

You can find me in my dreams,

but I won’t go back.

I just won’t go back,

never straying from the path,

my gleaming pavements.

My endless statements,

intentions ring out like bells,

Sunday morning sounds.

Morning sounds hopeful,

church bells, whispering angels,

soft breathing. No tears.