We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can't let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In the spaces Between hello And regret Where They reside Waiting For you To decide If this is Heaven Or is it Hell
What We See
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can't let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In the spaces Between hello And regret Where They reside Waiting For you To decide If this is Heaven Or is it Hell
The Stories In Between 
Beautiful words with a lovely message
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Thank you!
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Profound!
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Thank you for reading.
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Brilliant
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Thank you.
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My pleasure 😇
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this is exceptionally beautiful, the dance between angels and demons and also between the spaces we leave open. says to me how jealous both can be of our happiness
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Thank you Gina. I like what you got from this piece.
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Sometimes it’s not easy to know which is holding what at times. Sometimes that ‘angel’ looks like a ‘demon’ and sometimes that ‘demon’ appears mighty beautiful… or perhaps, perhaps they pass those experiences back and forth between them, changing our perceptions.
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Perhaps. I belive it is likely all based on perception.
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I agree. Very much so.
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Still doing your thing I see. 😀 Nice Chad. Loved this. 😀
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Thanks a lot.
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Nice 👌
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome
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This just might be my favorite ❤️
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Thanks Rita, guess I can retire now!
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Don’t you dare 😂
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This beautifully written and expressed. 🙂
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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You’re welcome
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you very much.
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You are welcome. Your writing style is very impressive.
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That is kind of you to say, thanks again.
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Excellent poem.
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Thank you.
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And I really can’t decide if it’s heaven or if it’s hell, maybe I am living in both of them.
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I think we usually are.
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This is a poem held in suspension…..Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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very beautiful
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Thank you.
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A dilemma we all face time and time again… very well done!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Very Beautifully written!
Best Wishes
Amrita 💕
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Thank you!
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The indelible battle between good and evil sometimes is more like a tango. I danced to your alluring words.
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I agree, and it’s those who find a way to dance with both that understand.
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Yes! There’s no other way to relish both worlds.
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True.
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This one is my favorite by far.
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Thank you!
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Both I guess
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Hell and heaven exist side by side, behind every wall, and even in the living room, depending on what we choose to see.
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True. Depending on which we feed, it’s either angels carrying us away or demons tearing us apart.
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