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The problem with Angels Is that - as they fall Their wings, In all towering beauty Reach out, stretching; Feathers and bone To drag and pull Away at those Who dare to watch, Souls ensnared: “I couldn’t look away if I tried”
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
Trick of the light
The problem with Angels Is that - as they fall Their wings, In all towering beauty Reach out, stretching; Feathers and bone To drag and pull Away at those Who dare to watch, Souls ensnared: “I couldn’t look away if I tried”
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
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