Curlicued
Curlicued poem stories
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kira
kiraA wanderer. . .
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complexity is what makes things beautiful.

Curlicued

Peeping through curtains of sunlight

her eyes glint with solace of midnight

as feathers in wings

'round her heart wounds coil

'til it's limp

white, among colors, cannot be stained

So, black she chose

to hide her pain

constellation in the sky cannot define

whether she's a demon

OR an angel disguised?

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