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Untouched Pure A child No sense of evil Her wings lift her The clouds that call The light that shines The wind that whispers She reaches the point where the sky fades Where darkness begins She reaches for the sun Her soul, a shadow missing its light She begs She pleads She cries Forever released Into the night Where angels die
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
An Angel
Untouched Pure A child No sense of evil Her wings lift her The clouds that call The light that shines The wind that whispers She reaches the point where the sky fades Where darkness begins She reaches for the sun Her soul, a shadow missing its light She begs She pleads She cries Forever released Into the night Where angels die
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
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