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Note: This is like, halfway about me. I think I meant for it to be longer, but I felt my mind deteriorating.
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I am an angel.Â
Auriel, the angel of nothing.Â
I once spent my days in heaven with my brothers and sisters. O halcyon. O sunshine. To hear the songs of the seraphim. I wished to chant holy, holy, holy, with our elders. How I wished to be more greatly aliferous, my six wings to hide this tragic form, my radiant bone halo to bask my surroundings in celestial light.Â
And yet, bitter, bitter bitter. Bitter the taste on my tongue.
Bitter the taste, as i waste this day
Something like screaming, as i waste away
my six wings like seraphs
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