I remember this painting of an angel
Her face was broken
But still she stared right through me
I’d tried to steal here wings
To fly away from here
But here eyes held me paralyzed

I can’t remember where
The painting hangs
And she has no idea
what she meant (to me)

Maybe she already flew away
To a place where light can heal
To a place where she can’t feel
This imperfection anymore

To a place I will never reach
Leaving her cold hands
Marked on my neck

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