A damaged Angel
A moulded state
A garden growing
I’m the project
I carry you home
So you can rest
Your broken bones
You’re in distress
A fallen Angel
A spoken word
My Fallen Angel
I used to love
The walls have knowledge
Within their stone
The windows see
And we’re not alone
Tables covered
Neural graphics
You cut me down
Well it’s your habit
You’re my project
I’m your art
A broken Angel
A heart of glass
22/09/2022 Thursday 561
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