Angels are continually composing sonnets on the walls of our hearts.
Angels caressed the walls of my heart
Adding new sonnets
As I lament.
Darkness gropes my thoughts
With their fingernails entrenched
Within my twisted psyche.
Image by Mrs Logic via Flickr
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