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Demons and Angels

In the beauty of your eyes, I see the chaos that created them In the softness of your voice, I hear the fury that muted you In the velvet of your skin, I feel the roughness that was beaten into you Despite the gentleness of your soul, it's surrounded by the callousness of your mind Warm heart with an ice cold wall An outlet for pleasure and magnet for pain Crafted by the angels and destroyed by the demons

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