'Angelique is too long for me to say,'
Heather announced.
'Let's shorten it to Angie , shall we?'
Gladly , I thought.
'I love your hair.' she commented.
'White like the kisses of a snow queen,
upon baby buds of roses.'
'It's not easy to get white hair like mine.'
-You need to kill someone and get ousted from the heaven, I mentally added.
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoetryHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
