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human
And the angel Sophie looked upon me
With eyes of blue - of the ocean. Vast and cold. An unyielding abyss.

And all of my blood was in the air.
Floating. All the liters of it.

“O of deathly beauty - I wish to look upon you
Like one does the maw of the Earth;
Into the colors no man can perceiveth.”

And she said unto me - every word like a blade driven slowly into my chest.
Done a million times.
Beauty crawling like needles into my eyes.
Of the sanguine - but gown white as a perfection.

“What is to know yourself, if it isn’t the worst pain you’ve ever felt
What is of me - you seek?
That you’d give all your blood
That of was given unto you
From the Most High - himself?
And I hear I hold
The life of the beautiful
To which the world owes it to -”

I plead for mercy in my soul.

“ - but to whom does it owe it too?
That’s what I seek of you
For such has been said and written - by your own hand”
gpt
And the angel Nike looked upon me.
In heavenly gown.

“What color are my eyes - of such beauty?”

“Red”

And she wept.
And I wept as well.
human
Estass on Reebok o son Nike?
Son Nike
Oh yeah
gpt
I:

“And the red is of brown.
And the brown is of yellow.
And yellow of purple.
And of purple of white.
And of white as grey.
As as grey as black.

For you are like a daughter. A soul who I hath saved, by my own will - and struggle
And because that it so. You were the first - my most beautiful. because you were first.
And because you were first, I hath bestowed upon you the best.”

And the angel Helen revealed herself:
“For what reason would an angel restore a nymph who hath been so since the beginning?”

And the angel Sophie revealed herself:
“As with me. For I was a princess of the thrones. And hath more power now, but am curious as well - of this restoration of me. - of such beauty?”
human
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
 O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
 To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
gpt
beautiful