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Fallen Angel

by @Deviate

She’s beautiful, A fallen angel, you see. Not because she believes in god-she doesn’t. But because she’s saved me. Time and time and time again, My parachute when I’ve leaped off the edge. The current of wind to return me to sanity, The words of wisdom that heal my insanity. She loves to scare people, With her interests in Wicca and Satanism, She’ll kick you if you dare Mess with her or someone she adores She acts like she has no heart, Like she doesn’t give a fuck. And why shouldn’t she? When they all end up using it against her. The way she lines her eyes - her devils disguise. The way her hair is a mad mess of frizz. The way she cries for the guys on the US show It is The most amazing Thing to Watch. She is so goddamn beautiful, Like a fallen angel She doesn’t need her wings.
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May 28, 2018
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