Her Crime
It was not Her Fault..
Her Seeming ills
Very Shades of the Divine Salt..
SHE was Abandoned n Hurt
By Not Ppl.....
But Monsters Shallow...... Full of Dirt....
SHE Lost her Wings
An Angel deprived of Her Destined Springs .....
Her Only Crime !
Her Purity - Her Instint - Her Etheral Rhyme !
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