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Fallen Angels

Weird how fallen angels

become lost demons,

A change in altitude,

and it's all un-even,

They say it's because

there is sin in pride,

Internal debates with

the demons inside,

 

People love us more

when they have to grieve us,

No one is an angel,

til the day they leave us,

Only then, it seems,

that our wings are mended,

Fallen angels live again,

when our lives are ended.

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jonathan-fernandez
Spanish
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Apr 23, 2021
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