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Jan 2017
So go on and tell me how I've become so much like a demon.
I'll show you how I sharpen my horns with what used to be my halo.
And with these horns, I have cut my wings and have given them away;
I was the last to know, everybody else has already grown their own.
So with these broken wings, I keep myself warm,
as I cry myself to sleep on this cold, hard ground.
Firenze Brennan
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Firenze Brennan  General Santos City, PH
(General Santos City, PH)   
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