gods and monsters

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he wore a gold cross around his neck

he told me his name and i forgot how to breathe for a good minute

his eyes reminded me of angel wings: soft and delicate

a lot like his pale skin

his soft lips felt like heaven itself

but now, when I see gold around his neck

all i think about is the hell he gave me

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