You ripped your body clean,
But the blood made its way
to muck the elegant surface
of your stone-walled innocence.
The angels were grieving for your loss.
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Brain Flakes Poems
PoetryThese poems were genuinely written to unfold the mystery in every stroke of my thoughts and imagination's journey.
Page 2: Lamented
You ripped your body clean,
But the blood made its way
to muck the elegant surface
of your stone-walled innocence.
The angels were grieving for your loss.
