Tough Love...
Are the Angel's feathers double dipped,
quills of gold but bloody tipped...
is wrath upon the many unknowing,
going,showing unhealthy stowing...
ungracious of the promised precious,
only looking for their next delicious...
Tough love,may be a reminder
fellows once,can be,fellows again
if only to feel,and then remember,
a part of the whole begins within'...
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