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Hunting Wings

See those pure white wings
And see mine?
Mine are black and
Yours are blinding white,
I look forward to
Tearing yours off,
Replacing mine with yours,
But it pains me
To watch them
Tainted by my
Darkness,
So Goodbye
I do not wish to
Hurt you,
Never have I felt
your wings and
Never will




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