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Dec 2015
I had opened my wings to fly,
but I forgot that they were broken,
by the crush of a lie,
so I fell,
opening my eyes to see
black teardrops
falling with me,
and I saw,
that even a soul become evil and dark
can know sorrow and regret
from an angels remark.
Written by
Day  20/Androgynous/St Louis
(20/Androgynous/St Louis)   
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