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It is my guardian angel that lies on the floor,
Her wings are broken and halo destroyed.
Where do angels go when they die?
When they shrivel and snivel and fall apart like mine?

I secretly wish, and I hope, and I dream,
I shut my eyes and clench my fists,
And think perhaps maybe the scene before me,
Is nothing but a night’s scare.

But I cannot look away for long
The human’s curse is just too strong
And curiosity gets the best of me,
(Like everything, everything gets the best of me).

And I see her lying, as if in snow!
Her lips are blue and shaking.
Her state is because of me-
My heart, I swear, is breaking.

“Nothing could have saved her,”
Say the whispers of the night,
So I lay my head down on my pillow,
Close my eyes and think of something to make it right:
What to be is meant to be?
I swallow, and say goodnight.