even angels,
have their wicked schemes.
even angels,
have their painted wings.
even angels,
fall down from the sky.
even angels,
are allowed to cry.
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ŞiirJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...