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The Girl and her Wingless AngelThe girl, the girl somewhat alone in the world
She has a story that needs to be told
She started to see life as something pointless and chaotic
Until a wingless angel was sent to non-despotic
He began to slowly earn her trust
Until her parents began to throw a fus
They thought he was going to lead her astray
But he had her trust which is hard to take away
As they talked some more
Her parents thought it was time for war
But what my parents may not understand
That he is my wingless angel for as long as I stand
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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