There she was in all her beauty. Her pearl white eyes. The perfect posture, of an hourglass. We stood astonished. As she was surrounded by uglyness. Her ripped shirt only just covered her up. The blood stains on her jeans. Wallowing in guilt for her sins.
She stood into a street light for all to see. Her hair, darker than coal, but silkyer than the calm sea itself. Her perfect hands... stained with the blood of her sins.
I had pictured an angel fallen into exile, and i felt a strange sensation when she looked toward me... I needed to know more... Then she scuttled off into the dark alley behind the house she just tumbled from.















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