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She is a vision in Autumn. Her brown eyes the color of the earth beneath her feet. A face that has been touched by the grace of angels. The wind g..

The girl is a mess of well sewn imperfections.

I am a moth dancing around the fire. The flames are tempted by my delicate wings. My whole life I've come too close to destruction. Destructi..

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My midnight that was as black as an abysswill rise into a brilliant dawnlike a phoenix being reborn from the ashes.

Does a caterpillar mourn the life it left behind?

The angel that I used to be cries persistent tears for a life barely lived.

Crows are one of my favorite birds. They know the dark and barren places. Their wings that are black as an abyss still fly.

I am half an angel, always half empty and half whole. A saint with a halo made of bitterness. I was born with a half broken heart. Sometimes..

What do I do with this pain? Where do I put it? It wouldn't fit inside any envelope. It is greater than the largest ocean. Greater than the sa..