My Daily Dose Of Writing 133

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As her wings turn from a pure white to bloodied red,
so fragile that you can hear the bones in her limp wings crack in your arms.
Coughing out the blood, gazing with those innocent sapphire eyes,
she’ll do anything to tell you “it’s going to be okay dad”.

[Just another snippet of a poem I’ve been working on]

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