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dark angel

the dark angel sit watching it's last sunset with wings ready for flight. to fly where? no one knows wings of night, wings of fright they do fly to feast upon eternal life to rest before the sunrise only to rise again

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iris-gurganus

American

Published: Oct 17, 2010
LinesWords: 642

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