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                                                    Cursed and born scarred                                           a fallen angel longs to find her wings                                               misplaced in a too human world.                                                A world that calls her to a life                                                she was never meant to walk. It was raining. The automatic glass doors of the grocery parted before my loose gait, exposing me to the gusting silver sheets that danced and swirled in beautiful patterns against the bruise-blue sky; colored darkly thus as the sun disappeared, uns