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Two hands linked in eternal love, Metallic wings rusted, Steel feathers litter the ground, Amid the tired heaps. Car wheels away, thrown, Empty barrels in river flown, Flowers to show their heads, Cold blue warming pain. Into the ground, fading, Rust to life, to rust again, A near-human cycle run, By the angelic ones. What caused their fall to earth, What sin corroded them, Was it a shared, forbidden love, Or just time come past. I sit on the river bank, Stank, dark, alone myself, And dream of a love like theirs, An ode to fallen hearts. I shake my head one again, My imagination gives me wings, Aloft on knifed feathers, Above the river Styx. Some lost soul shall find her way, Into my arms, to be saved, Together we shall fly painlessly, And fall into the sun. Then on our grave flowers grow, A pain cooled by warming blue, Trash buries our feathers deep, Our hands linked in eternal love. |
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