he was a Dark Fallen Angel
beautifully broken
by the dammed spring brook
wings like butterflies-
but black like soot
crows that tremble-
lost in flight
roses blooming-
but black like night
Dark Fallen Angel
so easy to see
that no one will ever be
as beautiful as he ~CaseyJuly
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Casey July
I am in a place where I am reinventing myself and I felt like getting back to writing would be a good way to organize my mind.
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