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I used to believe in fallen angels
With broken wings and their shattered halo’s
Abandoned at the gates of heaven with
The golden lock shining beside the sun
Their tears were turning their porcelain skin
To rust and leaving their foolish beliefs
To drown in the weaker sorrows and turn
Into oblivion. Swirling around
And around until nothing is left but
The idea of what could have been. The dark
Puddle continues to ripple as the
Pebble disappears beneath their hopes
I used to believe they would stand up
And fly away but they just lay there still.