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Angel Who Doesn’t See
Winged girl could worry for me,
Doesn’t see inside a container,
Deceptively cool, acts a child,
Reliving happiness when her hands
Fussed with his Sunday outfit,
Brushed the blond shock of hair --
A wild boy aiming fiery blues
Contrasting crimson cheeks.
Winged beauty full of tender notes,
Navigates air out of reach.
No plea will she hear from me,
Aged and remiss for life not lived,
Regaining focus inside a beast,
Devouring every second like
Molecules, disintegrating.
I'm not the savage, you know.
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