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Fallen Angel by Krisha Marie Semellano
Twinkle, twinkle little star How beautiful an angel you are Up above the world so high Like a diamond tainted with scars. Twinkle, twinkle ‐ That's how you sparkle at night. Your alluring smile and charm Chained white men into your arms. Fallen at 16 ‐ At day, you are a dimming light Exhausted like a wilting flower. Ought to earn a penny To escape the fiery pit of poverty. Ought to be unchained; Freed from the melodies of deathly sorrows. But how? Money smells hope. It's a dead end ‐ no choice; no escape; Completely entangled in the chains of sex trade. In every fallen angel lies a dreamer.
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