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gnashing teeth and broken wings spilt blood reflecting heavens glow a chilled sweat in the summer sun golden ichor mixed with pitch tar gleaming light and scarred horns iridescence floating on acrid gasoline you were the closest thing to holy i'd seen outside of church paintings i was almost afraid to touch you with my dirtied hands how was it that while i soiled you, you greeted me like a friend
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
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gnashing teeth and broken wings spilt blood reflecting heavens glow a chilled sweat in the summer sun golden ichor mixed with pitch tar gleaming light and scarred horns iridescence floating on acrid gasoline you were the closest thing to holy i'd seen outside of church paintings i was almost afraid to touch you with my dirtied hands how was it that while i soiled you, you greeted me like a friend
I don't believe in angels or demons, but if we're not the closest thing i've ever seen By: Gretchen
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