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pure white feathers dropped by a precious angel's wings i liked to collect them and put them with my other things but one day when i rose there seemed to be another king for the feathers had turned red and the angels were held up by strings thus the world had fallen the devil himself sings for purity exists no more blood tinted feathers satan brings.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
angel's love.
pure white feathers dropped by a precious angel's wings i liked to collect them and put them with my other things but one day when i rose there seemed to be another king for the feathers had turned red and the angels were held up by strings thus the world had fallen the devil himself sings for purity exists no more blood tinted feathers satan brings.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
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