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kintsukuroi

fallen angel,  
feathers plucked,    
me with a hot glue gun,    
picking up all the pieces,    
lining them with gold, picking    
up the slack of an angry dolt,    
a scissorbill too blind, too dull    
to see or feel the sun residing    
in his palms.      
     
what a time to be alive!    
     
what a chance and it's mine!    
     
     
and i promise you this:    
     
my heart will crush entire mountains beneath its boots, and part the seas like moses, and pull the moon down from its mantle in the sky,      
     
i will rip my self asunder, strip down to subatomic particles, just so that i might reassemble as a bird, or a plane, or your own personal superman -    
     
anything you want,    
and everything you need -    
     
whatever it takes
to get DAT ASS
back to heaven.    
     
 
Written by ruedabeyga
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