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scattered
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primitive falling down
on the wings of angels
intertwined breezes
pour
over
black streams
rushing
down your throat
crawling through your heart
picking up the pieces
one by one
setting them out
for the doves to scatter
they are lost
you are buried with me
in the sands
your wings are torn
my angel
you are scattered
i'm sorry
if i can't put you
back together
this poem is fine, I read it out loud.
loved it!