a falls river farewell. sometimes I sing by myself. alone, away
from the angels that hold my hand. as I walked way scared. from
the memories that I choked on. memories of you. wiping them away
with glass. angels sing songs about you. they bleed in my dreams
bringing those memories of you alive. as the angels fall to
their knees. their wings were torn in my dreams. my eyes were
torn to shreds.
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