he was born to
turn the other way
cloudy eyes
stormy hair
half smile
angels have
outlawed him
his shrine
are the ghosts
yet to be
unpacked
he follows
stone walls
and great trees
stepping into
the shadows
where he
appears thin
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Author:
shadow424 (
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