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You lost your angelic wings, torn off by sins who sins pull you down. To the Earth where you gaze up and see sins tearing angelic wings. How do you return? With an aching back that earned mortal pity. Wandering and living on mortal soils until you saw a beauty. An angel on mortal soils stealing hearts and envy. Who eventually stole yours.
Taking your heart to its rightful place, in and under their angelic wings. This angel…becomes your guardian—helper for tending a mortal back. Just as how they tend and be company for aged wrinkles. Is this enough? When you know you wanted more. Unsettling for more than company. So, you stole a tongue, their body, then love, all in ‘guise of mortal pity. For that place in heaven,
You tear their angelic wings—stole it, made yours as devil in heaven
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