bottled up my courage
to aid a fallen angel
and unleashed it
in the form of a distant
wander from behind
for she suspiciously
staggers up to the rooftop
in rueful poise.
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" Even fallen angels need a guardian to clip their wings back together.. "
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RECORD PLAYER. POETRY
Poesia❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : comple...
