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I'm pretty sure I want the pieces of you to fade
like tiny grains of sand
washed away in the rain.
You touch my face and whisper
words I dare not hear
you eyes filled with pain
so far, so close, so near.
You fly fly, glide away
into the dying sun,
and As I sit before the ledge
I admire your wings for I have none.
You are my angel,
genocide, suicide, rage
You are my shattered pieces
broken birdies, ripped out page.
I love you forever
I love you too long,
I will love you never,
so love might be gone
Fade fade fade fade
Angel~
remember me?
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