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Her vioce was like a sunset,
So beautiful and calming.
As she sang,
birds flew from the heavans.
They hummed to the melody of her song.
Their bodies shifted to the pitch of her voice.
She watched their bodies moving up and down, up and down.
She sat on a stump, looking down, crying.
She tugged at her face, ripping off a mask.
She looked up, revealing her face.
Even the pure white birds flew away, terrified.
Angels were supposed to be beautiful,
But she was not




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