once upon a sordid night i came upon an angel fine of course it was a splendid sight to view the mockery divine what's a spirit anyways? a thing that haunts us in our sleep and makes a folly of our days? or with cold fingers makes us creep into the life that's only plays are you an angel cold and dark with eyes that shine like brightest stars? leaving upon us all the mark of the warring planet, mars?
Reason for writing:
people always wonder if there is more to this world than just what you can see everyday....i think there is
Birth sign: Libra
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