We collect
me and my archangel
my fallen angel
carved now in black
shrouded
covered in a mist
we collect
me and my broken angel
by my side
her fingers twisting
enticing
winding in the fine bonds
till they are threads
we collect
my devil angel and me
together
like she hasn't noticed I see
that our paths forked
along time ago
we collect
an angel and me
me and my monster
we collect
me
I
I collect dust
she collects me.
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