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Remains Untouched

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Your blood has stained my wings,

Turning them from black to crimson red.

A feather falls lifelessly,

Resting on the white marble floor.

 

My wings shine, reflecting all light,

Sweet, dark eyes staring in the clouds.

The sun shines down on everything,

But my soul, remains untouched.

 

Tears of impurity drop from the heavens,

And rain hard on my head.

The blood drips from the feathers,

Making them pure once more.

 

With all that happening,

I see your still standing right here.

Smiles, uncommon to my face, appear,

More light shines, but my soul, remains untouched.

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