I turned to walk away from the doorway, out into the cool air of foggy Northern California night. I could feel your arms outstretched, fingers waiting to rest on the tattered remains of my shoulders. I could have killed to feel you near me. I would have, had it come to that. My one love. I can fly, but I want his wings. My angel Gabriel. Beautiful
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