There was a drawing
Of your heart
Stapled to your chest
A broken art -
Your wings were made
Out of paper mache
Moulded of stars
And your halo -
Baked in clay
My crafted angel
Hardening day by day
I'm building heaven
Out of matches and fray
One day the sun may -
Set fire and create
A make shift grey
Of galleria ashes
And biblical names
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