angel

She’s trying to cut you down, Angel

Your hair is rope thick and earth-colored
Your body is soft and shaped by the Gods
Your hands were made for healing
Don’t forget this.

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His Name Was August

There is something in me
Expecting
Dreaming of
That angelic child that never will be
He was blue eyed, and brown haired
And beautiful
So much like you, and so much like me
How is this real