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T
he angel feathers fell like raindrops,
hushed and beautiful. Littering the dry ground with light; pale strands glistened.
Only beneath the sun, they shone. Before your footsteps. Come the day's end,
only darkness. Decay and silence.
Anna. 23. English.
The consulting detective and the army doctor
That’s what I was yelling at the tv.
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