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Hiding in the corner

with her wings tucked in

tears in her eyes

& cuts upon her skin

she once was innocent......

empty of sin

because of her scars 'shes no longer divine

her wings are withered

no longer do they shine

time & time again

she sits and screams

her tears run down

as fast as her  wrists stream...

 

Reviews

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WOW...this is sad! Short little poem but writen very well! Good poem! :)