Broken Skies
By moonglo
Angel wings this beauty is bliss ripped to shreds love that is truly missed rain from the storm falls hard on the ground envy is this form is not often found blood from the cuts stream down quivering hands stuck in a rut deep in this deadly land time changes the feeling truth turned to lies angels are weeping under broken skies Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 12:56 PM PST 0 • 10
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