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Ask Me a Question, and they'll tell you Lies
By lenores_death
Angels live inside my head
And they like to whisper things.
Promises
that can't be true
Like butterflies with broken wings.
The
angels in my head
Like to hurt me more
And when they bring me
pain--
Well, that's what friends are for.
The angels
in my head--
They speak of my own fall.
And that's when I realize
That they're not angels...at all.
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Copyright 2012 lenores_death
Published on Thursday, November 8, 2012.
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"Poetry"
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On Friday, November 9, 2012, lupus tenebrae
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wrote:
Sounds like either inner demons, or problems presenting themselves as solutions. I noticed an almost metrical sound in the first stanza, almost classical in that regard. I can see you as a very capable poet, should you remain here, ever growing.
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