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Angel of the night

You call me a sweet angel I laugh
Maybe I’m a fallen angel
I’ve let my stark white wings
That could light up the heavens
Be tainted and bruised
By the world around me
So though they are
Still as majestic and full
They are more black
Than hell it self
The halo that used to hover
So gently above my head
Has cracked, shrivled, and died
With my  innocence
If I were an angel
I’d be an angel of night
Ready to release these cold wings
And take flight

(2014)

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