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From afar the angel holds her breath
until the skin is bruised to the core
as if the apple's nectar was too bitter
to be mix with the devine
"oh! Sweet angel," she cried.
As he eyes said the truth
Truth with a knowledge of hate
rearranged the aline meant of fate
death lurks behind he flawless wings
in the form of the of a dove
feathers shed layering the ground
as if it were the first snow fall among the earth
he sang, "You've felled to search and I"ve felled
to love."
She continued, "Now death falls from the touch
of a heart lost."

~make.me.a.memory~