isabella.pmorgan09
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I was the Sun He was but a boy So innocent and kind The world was cruel to him But pure divine was how he was designed A boy with chains of wax Like that which melted down his back Scars dripping down his skin A bird whose wings tortured him When the... – *by Isabella Morgan*	0 Views added 11 months ago	Rating

He was but a boy
So innocent and kind
The world was cruel to him
But pure divine was how he was designed
A boy with chains of wax
Like that which melted down his back
Scars dripping down his skin
A bird whose wings tortured him
When the...

– by Isabella Morgan

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