A/N: honestly i have writers block
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pairs of eyes around to linger
one small slip of the finger
a glint of the sun through the window pane
early, the great, solemn mourning dove is slain
no harmony, melody to sing
early to the morning ring
all grown wing never reborn
there a thick, metal thorn
weaves of chronicles
blood past skin follicles
devils will learn to suck from you
yet cool airs on the wound have blew
organism young is angel's delight
pure decency bound to high flight
but when they yell as i cant belt
an irreversible thing; the good has fell
YOU ARE READING
a collection of my own work
Short Storycompletely my own work and i hope u enjoy ❤️ love u