An angel was locked in a box.
In the belief that angels do not need
water or light.
A poor soul came to check later on.
The angel was curled up in a corner.
Shrivelled purity, ashen wings collapsed.
Eyes closed forever.
miércoles, 27 de febrero de 2019
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