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Dec 2012
Evil seeps through his bones,
The fire in his eyes always roams,
Wanting what evil can never have

Is the angel with a broken wing.

Evil is the gist of it
Even without his cunning wit
Pleading for the terrible thing

Is an angel with a broken wing.

Burning heat soaks his breath
Now or never for what is left
Where two worlds almost collide

Is the angel with a broken wing.
2013 © Natalie Wood
Natalie Wood
Written by
Natalie Wood  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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