broken things createdA Poem by cricket
tumbling angel
bleeding devil wingless, branded in solitude and stillness in the middle of a fallen, crumbling city he looks up from his knees to see fast approaching sky bracing for his punishment- he receives unfair, unbridled truths. © 2022 cricketAuthor's Note
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Added on June 13, 2022 Last Updated on June 13, 2022 |

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