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The feeling calls,
like so many audible kisses,
Beconning to go nearer,
Nearer the Cherub.

Knowledge warns,
Warns of dangers,
Of angels with broken wings,
Of the cherub.

Calmness is my armor,
Protects me from the danger,
Shields me from the risk,
From the cherub.

Pierces the armor,
Crushes the feeling,
Changes the knowledge..

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