angels’ sanctuary

Will you remember me when all the false lovers have gone, when the warm wind chases across the desert of a soul, searching, loosed from the embrace which’d held it once tight to the bosom, will you remember my name, love, will you whisper it softly, to the angels, wherever they’ve found sanctuary?

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