Thursday, August 04, 2011

Busted Halo

I've got a busted halo
hanging from my head
a broken wing.

My white robe at the cleaners with a stubborn coffee stain.

My infinite love, narrowed down to Blondes.

My sword of justice,
(only used once)
up for bid on an auctioning site.

I am not much of an Angel,
but instead have lived
one Hell of a life.


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