Angels Of Broken Things

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Sheets of spotless white
Voices fading out
Thoughts are growing dim
As my longest night begins
A dry taste of morphine
Fluorescent lights all gleam
I'm stuck beneath my mind
This isn't my night
Fallen angels
Spread your wings
Take me from this
World of broken things

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