Dear Friend
Best friend, Angel white, pure feathers on a naked skin.
Soft to touch in mind and spirit,
cleansed like a baby’s whim
you danced so well with the devil
evil brushed off like dust
sparkled the existence of your pure good
It Flowed in dear memories of a child kept calm
told to stay strong for the beautiful ugly
the light that shone through your talent
Kept dark minds aware of the innocence they once bore
And the innocent child that you are had to pay the price for that darkness
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