Saturday May 11, 2019
Angel boy
An encounter on a flight but I already forget about that flight or that angel's face and this poem is the only thing left from that past, barely counting as a memory but more like a residue.
Saturday May 11, 2019
An encounter on a flight but I already forget about that flight or that angel's face and this poem is the only thing left from that past, barely counting as a memory but more like a residue.
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