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I no longer remember where I come from,

then I was free

flying with no wings,

headed over to my everlasting damnation

then you laid eyes on me

bright and sharp

you shot me,

right through my belly.

I used to have those guns

I put them down,

I fought w bare hands

so that's your chance.

the escape room of a melting oven ----

is it purgatory?

marbled souls carrying the unbearable weight of the subtlest stream

an angel kissed my cheek.

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