she was lowered from heaven on red ribbons of blood and tears. wings once crisp white now black and torn like old fabric.
her soft delicate feet touched ground for the first time and all she'd once known was gone. now she wonders aimlessly through this thing called life. once a pure flower, sheltered from the world. Now a part of its never ending cycle of chaos, but she is not alone.
there is one that makes her see the light still. one that works to repair her, tirelessly, though both know not all rips can be so easily sewn. in her eyes he's the one with the real halo...even if it is a little tarnished.
-Dani-
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