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Apr 2017
She dropped me back down to the earth.
I landed on red dirt.
The powerful wind from her wings pressed
Warm summer air against my face.
She was as beautiful as ever.
Just as the day I fell for her ploy.
She lied to me.
Had me believe I could change for her;
And be accepted into the golden gates.
But nay was true.
For I am forever a sinner,
And she is of course,
Unable to commit sin.
Sent to earth by God
To defeat powerful and ugly demons.
But she could not save me from them,
For I am one.
My wings are black and leathery,
And do not let me fly.
Hers are white and brilliant,
And do not let her cry.
Both cursed to eternally corrupt each other.
Both too loyal to our own ways.
An angel and demon burdened with love,
Until the end of days.
Written by
Mitch Davis  Denver
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