Like fallen skies
Torn from every corner
No angels tearing through the tear,
Do the angels not live above the clouds?
In my own helpless despair
Searching answers to the wrong questions,
Have I learned to not break hearts but of my own – always?
As sudden, as unstable, as unwilling
The sky has crashed to the earth now,
To realize the realized curiosity,
With hidden dark intentions
Driven by lust – a little bit.
The promising promise!
But is this the wrong question
Or the right answer?
Where are the fucking angels?
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