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Angel
Tw: Blood
She lay there, pale, in the snow
From her chest, red blood did flow
Wounds from wars lost long ago
An angel, fallen from grace.
Her hair was dark, and wild too
Her eyes like drops of morning dew
With smeared wings of red once she flew
Now broken, they framed her face.
Above her crown, a cracked halo
Of pain and loss, and joyous sorrow
She lay there, an angel in the snow
A dagger to hold her in place.
Tw: Blood
Sat, 04 Jan 2020 23:23:52
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