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Angels Dust

The door slowly closing

I still smell ~her~ trail

Flown away like an angel
Back Into the night

Left me a picture
My mind could touch

Still my heart’s burning
Hot tears - drop

A song dies away
No graft for time

All that is left …Ashes…
Ashes of this burning angel

I will never own

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On Wednesday January 3rd, 2007, TwilightMelodies (1041) writes:

But really, to own such a thing of beauty would be to tie down her wings and leave her longing to break free. To hold something...is to grant the freedom to move...even if that sometimes brings farewells and bitter endings. Nicely done. ~*Beth*~

On Wednesday January 3rd, 2007, heartdripsblack (777) writes:

beautiful. ~ red.

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