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Everyone's an Angel

For every honey drenched word
from the bees lips to
my own knobby knees
you called them sharp
how they were beautiful for the weight they will not carry
and the scars they still can't shed
Im shed of you
my outer most layer
fallen like white lace about my ankles so I'm
light through the kitchen window
steam of warm regret
the moon's, and never so near as when you first said my name
But tell me, when will you be the fullest?

16 Feb 16

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