She winged her eyeliner,
as if the wings could help her fly away,
and every time she blinked her eyes,
she felt maybe she could fly away,

so she blinked,
whenever something happened,
whenever someone snapped and,
then she'd run away and try to wash away the worries from her face into the sink,

but whenever she'd wash her face it'd sting,
the pain would remain,
on her soul like a stain,
and the only thing that would be washed away would be her wings...

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The H Trilogy
City of Angels
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