.Snowflakes land on her face
She aches like all angels ache
Purest of the pure
Skin soft smooth to her toes
She hates having nowhere to go
In her orange sweater>
I think fuck, you're an angel
Floating dangerously closer to the sun
All of my memories, melte.
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