

My Silver Angel in BlackMy silver-white angel, a black dress on your back. I see your blinding purity.My Silver Angel in Black
But your eyes show the content you lack.
Yet, black eyes show with such savage, sweet clarity. That you truly must be, solid, blood, bone; reality.
Your face shows no emotion, but your being gives off despair. My heart weeps in my chest, It longs to show comfort and care.
A cascade of raven hair, tumble loosely onto porcelain skin. Small tresses are held back,
by one, single pin.
I reach out to hold you, but stop, mid-step to see. &nbs
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