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Jan 2019
God clipped his wings
He cast him out
Now he lies on broken ground
He's turned from faith
Found shelter in the dark
But still within lies a spark
The tiny flame of hope
Buried between all the hate and the pain
He has grown to call home
But maybe someday
He will find the way
Back to heaven
"I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel" - Frankenstein's Monster
Philomena
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Philomena  19/F
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   Perry and Fawn
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