That girl's little wings
seem to be so kind these days.
They're just learning how.
She's felt all her demon days,
but soon, her world will arise, a Rose.
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PoetryYour voice is the paint I take to the sky, splattering it all over, so they can all know you're nigh.
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That girl's little wings
seem to be so kind these days.
They're just learning how.
She's felt all her demon days,
but soon, her world will arise, a Rose.
