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Aug 2015
Many agree that
He was constructed by the
Silken fingers of angles,
Their steady handiwork
Nothing less then impeccable
When they painted stars onto his
Cheeks and injected the sky
Into his gaze, but he always
Begs to differ because he
Cannot understand why they
Would sculpt him out of Heaven
If he had already been destined
To be ******.
Meghan Makenzie
Written by
Meghan Makenzie  16/F/Louisiana
(16/F/Louisiana)   
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