Feb 6
Earth angel, he’s broken at the seams
and keeps searching for his wings
I know I left them somewhere around here
he says, as he drinks another beer
Earth angel, he’s covered in mud
I once saw him without all that crud
emerging all shiny and new
fresh and gleaming like the morning dew
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Eclectic storyteller with a plethora of passions. LGBTQIA+ single mama, musically talented, nature lover, and sensitive AF. She/her. michellewarner718@gmail.com
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Eclectic storyteller with a plethora of passions. LGBTQIA+ single mama, musically talented, nature lover, and sensitive AF. She/her. michellewarner718@gmail.com
