Angel Dust
Her wing reached down and touched me…
Was it real or was it dream?
Her broken halo splashed, in my fabricated stream…
She fell from heaven with her passion and her lust…
But in the end there was nothing left but her angel dust...
10/9/12
Darrell Hoover
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2012
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