The one true identity
that sets us apart.
Though our souls be the same,
we've been different since start.
Lines, carefully crafted.
Blood flowing within.
These hands that want love
can so easily create sin.
Yearning to touch
the wings of the angel.
To leave her handprints
on the feathers that bind.
The one true creation
that I can call mine,
was carefully molded and
made from sands of time.
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