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My Fallen Angel
My fallen Angel holds me tight,
wings of gold turned to black
standing tall and strong, there is no force that can knock hem down.
He keeps me close so he won’t lose what he does not have,
taking from me what he cannot.
My fallen angel holds me tight;
slowly my skin turns ghostly white
leaving no signs of life.
For My Fallen Angel dug my grave years ago
for he already knew when it was time for me to go.
wings of gold turned to black
standing tall and strong, there is no force that can knock hem down.
He keeps me close so he won’t lose what he does not have,
taking from me what he cannot.
My fallen angel holds me tight;
slowly my skin turns ghostly white
leaving no signs of life.
For My Fallen Angel dug my grave years ago
for he already knew when it was time for me to go.
Published 7th Sep 2012
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