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The Angel

Kirsten D., Central, NL, Canada By KittyKat., CA, Canada

Her wings were just a bit
Tattered
Her soul was just a bit
Broken
Her worlds collided
One by one
With fiery eyes
She watched her own destruction
The green grass flared
As she spread those disheveled
Wings
She freed the blood
She freed the pain
And nobody saw her again




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