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This
angel is dark
He mangled his heart
Strangled by love straight from the start
Not knowing which way to part
Holding
his wing he shields the light
Struggling between wrong & right
Smiling only out of spite
Breathing words to little, too trite
Tared feathers restrain his flight or fight
Reflections
mirrored...perspiring with tears
Scars fresh from the cord of life
Flying
high through the cloudy sky
Looking down as ashes are spread
A patch of white is revealed underneath his head
Navigating
lies through dark eyes
Never to unveil his clever disguise
Copyright
© Andrea Suroiu
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