Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
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Last published Tue, Nov 3, 2020
Here 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 herself the Queen of Angels
- Despair has eaten her , skin to bone .
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