April 22, 2009
The breath of an angek hovering over a bruised heart, manages to mend the torture of loneliness, only to find its soul bleak and desolate, missing the stars of the heavens, the glory of love. But the breath can mend bruises more powerful than love, for it is destiny, crawling through the cracks of dread, bleeding into the body, washing the toxins out, becoming pure and true, everlasting and eternal.

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Quiera_ser_adorado<3 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 11, 2009 at 12:24 pm
this is really good to me because it leaves some sort of mystery. :)
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