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Onion Girl

Angel on an

onion

will never earn

her wings

instead she'll

sit and cry

it out

and take what

joy her brings.

She writes

of love

triumphate

and hopes he'll

pose a ring

but while she

sleeps

she finds the

truth

she wished

she could've seen.

He knows

the night

does bring her

a gift

of which she'll write

but reality

will bare it all

as a cruelty

without light

she says it loud

though not

as clear

that he would

understand

so dreams will

come

and she'll wish

he knew

she wants him

on her hand.

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