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Fallen angel By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Her spirit appeared to me at 'round half past one I guess,
I couldn't tell, for it was too dark,
She had razors for hands, blood for lips, half her face rotted at the flesh.
As I yell to be back at Zion,
I suddenly remember, as she reaches for my heart,
That Heaven doesn't allow fallen angels...
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