Silver eyes, pools of liquid grace, gaze upon him brokenly this angel of despair.
This angel, this thing of terrible beauty, tastes of her tears.
His smile creates for her an entirely new realm of sweet agony, wrapped with a bow of deceit.
Oh how she weeps for his soul, he knows not that he has failed.
A.J. Downey
11-30-2000
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