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The Scarred Angel

He expected to find
an ethereal beauty
draped in innocence
and a thousand shades
of white luminescence.

But she was dressed
in shadows and scars.
And all she had to offer
was wisdom and love,
and the secret
of looking at
the beautiful side
of pain and scars.

He preferred
to protect
rather than being wise.
So he let her go…

The scarred angel
spread her torn wings…
and flew away from him,
into the darkness
where she would be
finally recognized…

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