Wingless
She trudges asphalt of city street,
no wings to ease her weary feet
She travels alone, at her soul’s cost
she chokes upon the night’s exhaust
No angel here to stop her falling;
no memories mute the darkness calling
Up she looks in final prayers,
heavy in the cloak she wears
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