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this is today,
my darling angel girl,
with this cold
and frigid wind
i breathe in the materials
to speak your name
shards of forgotten October,
rust on my intentions
and i tear apart
fragile-soft flowers
and watch them fall
holding my breath
to hear the soft thump
of angel's feet...

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