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--- Aug 2020
Untouched
Pure
A child
No sense of evil

Her wings lift her
The clouds that call
The light that shines
The wind that whispers

She reaches the point where the sky fades
Where darkness begins

She reaches for the sun
Her soul, a shadow missing its light

She begs
She pleads
She cries

Forever released

Into the night
Where angels die

— The End —