My Angel

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"Why do you love the falling man?"

The answer comes quick to him like a fond memory

It is shown in the calming of his hands

The tension eased with memories of his love

It is shown in how he rubs his fingers over the car's leather interior

Fingers breaking the pure black illusion in favor of memories of his skin

"He fell for me."

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