Twilight
I stare at the stained glass angels, their shadows fractured by candlelight.
I watch as their flightless wings flutter, in the flicker of the candles, and I pray...waiting in the near dark - faithless.
-brotherdoobie
Some deep shit bro, Very nice
poems everybody , poems
nice one -bd
thanks allen , i think i need a haircut
and you should try growing some too
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