porcelain angels
By tristessa
porcelain angels smile impudent from counter tops of marvelled grace fingers upon their soundless trumpets in flowing garments yet unstained they sing of this blessed silence dancing in a frozen time they smile kindly upon my madness as false as god or i Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 12:45 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"porcelain angels smile impudent..."