he was an angel,
soft rosy lips,
curls that fell
like honey ripples
porcelain skin
that was impenetrable,
mossy memories
that barely affected
his golden aura.
he was a blessing,
dressed as a curse.
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3.2 | The End of Infinity
שיריםwe hide our inner pain behind smiles filled with hope. until, the hope evaporates and everything has g o n e . [poetry by a]
