A sweet, plain angel has resurfaced,
Appearing pale-faced and tired
After some long-enduring hiatus,
His green eyes tell of meandering roads,
Bitter rain, and some void he cannot fill,
He knows little of its nature, and less of the curse
His terror and uncertainty has placed him under.
An angel, at the undeserved mercy, of
Some lingering, would-be
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