walking with angels

/in the city of angels, this is her heaven/ kensi+deekes, haiku

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sand between her toes

the ocean laps at their feet

paradise on earth

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hand holds hand tightly

blue eyes, blond hair, lips on hers

she walks with angels

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an: I don't own NCIS: Los Angeles. I am excited for tonight's episode.

I don't mean to imply, in this poem, that she's dead.

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