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angel curls
hush!
now angel say not a word
nor movement of soul shall be heard
oh the widow bird
a weaver
black, torn like a non-believer
swish that angel mane
hush!
now goddess be still
loves fire shall be at will
a mockingbird cannot kill
patience; a virtue like such
is not handled as much
grip that angel mane
hush!
now nymphet be pure
it is my heart you lure
with no human cure
i drown in sorrow
not thinking about tomorrow
fallen, the angel mane
from man to insane
nor a woman or girl
just pure demon!
an angel that wraps around!
now angel say not a word
nor movement of soul shall be heard
oh the widow bird
a weaver
black, torn like a non-believer
swish that angel mane
hush!
now goddess be still
loves fire shall be at will
a mockingbird cannot kill
patience; a virtue like such
is not handled as much
grip that angel mane
hush!
now nymphet be pure
it is my heart you lure
with no human cure
i drown in sorrow
not thinking about tomorrow
fallen, the angel mane
from man to insane
nor a woman or girl
just pure demon!
an angel that wraps around!
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