LP No. 20_2020_angel chess

fallen wings
slip the shoulder,
softly crashing
into a dream

Fate’s blades
twist
slowly
and the future screeches
to accept
you
and
me
in this broken moment.

lost
together
in Her machinations,
we dance.

blissfully,
we
weave
our story
from
scratch.

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