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for the devil
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her wings off at his door
Screaming as she
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The blood stained stairs of his love
Wishing his strong arms were the only thing
She was
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into But sadly her heart was
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She could no longer
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Like a tortured bird, with a broken wing
Wishing to be nurtured
But left to pick her broken self up
Flapping in her fractured flight
She loved his darkness
It eased her out of her purity
Making her carve her halo into horns
Her purity giving into to his blackness
Consuming the light that was once so bright
But like a clogged pipe it no longer flowed free
And so she was no longer an angel
But vile like him
And with their twisted tales and black wings
They floated
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And ever sang the haunting song
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How She Feels
PuisiThis is a poetry book chronicling the feelings teenagers and women alike feel daily. The struggles of love and insecurities and the pain that comes dragging along with these. I hope you find comfort in these and see that your feeling are the same as...
