Slow angel
Falling from sphere to sphere
Layers peeling back
Whittled to the bone
And then even the bone worn down to shards
By the time it lands
There's nothing left
Except the sounds of ferals
Barking in the distance
Falling from sphere to sphere
Layers peeling back
Whittled to the bone
And then even the bone worn down to shards
By the time it lands
There's nothing left
Except the sounds of ferals
Barking in the distance
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