Rory's Tulip
The tears of angels fall upon my face. Each little droplet filled with memories left behind. They come fast and slow to sink into our skin. The life they have gained is nothing like the one they had before.
It's time to drown in the tears of angels. Their wishes and dreams come pouring out of the heavens, cascading into our lives. The pools that come flowing from our eyes mingle with those coming from above. The amount of dreams, memories, and wishes flying away from us, is really just flying towards the future. It flys to follow the people in the sky.
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