Wingtip - Poem by noblebandit
Viewing the world through the eye of a fly
The path you folllow, where does it lead?
Daring stunt flier, tramp emulator
Or poet with robe and wreath
From depravity to hope in search she goes
Like a perfik rose feeding on air
What passes for a love life in her world
The continuation of an anime
Four repeated wingbeats, she believes in love
Between life an death, no matter what happens
Chaos of experience. What’s that sound?
Flutter…flutter… GirlFriend to – TheUnknown
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