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Glass Angel
She looks like glass, carved in a meteor shower, I can smell the metallic ash still fresh on her face, transparent heart pumping black tar around her biological mechanisms, she stands in shameless reflection bearly visible, in the darkness under her favourite star she leans in and breathes sulphur into my lungs.
Published 10th Apr 2019
| Edited 11th Apr 2019
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