Tasting dreams of doubt
within soft felt love
storming wind, walkabout…
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Beginning harden fear
tale of imagination
quietly, now disappear…
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Quick into learning creation
silent soft, felt love,
upon arrival of destination..
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An old man, childlike soul
doubt’s of heaven above
on a playful, playing stroll…
Don’t forget to
donate!
deletedangel (New Rambling) 
Very dope.
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i’m thanking you for your very kind comment…
chris
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Haha you’re welcome.
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Tee, hee hee….
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Bei colori 🙂
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Thank you!
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I think you’re a dreamer, chris.
At least sort of.
I just decided to follow your blog. Kind of liked what I saw.
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Yeah, a dream, most times trapped within own dreams, borderline fantasies!
Thank you,
for the follow,
an reading piece of my dreams,
chris
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Dreamers are usually interesting people. But tell me, chris, why do you call your blog “Deleted Angel”?
It sounds like a nightmare.
You should try to focus on sweet dreams, not bad and horrifying ones.
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