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she is an angel kissing the clouds below
holding her breath as the rain gets heavier
but wings way too weak to keep herself from above
and so she lets go, rainbow splashed across
trepidation was replaced with solace
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Moonstruck
PoesiaCopyright © November 2020 by Mystital probably my rant book written in flowery language, all raw from my soul. highest ranking: nov-dec #1 poetry collection out of 21.8k stories #1 poet out of 14.6k stories #1 poem collection out of 6.6k stories #1...
