Fallen Angel
By StaryEyed1
this darkness that becomes me seeps in through the rips in the seems of the rags that are my only protection the last line of defense for the moonlight i cling to dearly against the mischievious twinkle of your eyes under the stars my soul lies open to be stolen Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 09:33 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"this darkness that becomes me seeps in through the rips..."