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Apr 2016
the angel was turned to stone
long, long ago
i see the fear on his face
reaching out to me

his stone hand
is wrapped around my wrist
i feel the regrets, the shame
his lover cries
from the stormy clouds
above his resting place

the stone angel
is coming back
isn't coming back
allie
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allie  20/F/London
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