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The price we pay

Posted on January 16, 2019January 18, 2019 by Torrey

Azazel,

Your tears flow so freely,

does the crown on your head

not weigh you down?

What broken dream

has sent you here again,

to this place of mortal

dread and 

insignificance.

My yellowed

prince-

don’t tar your wings;

you are already burning.

Cinders may fly,

but they are also dying.

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