She was an angel.
A bit broken,
Living in hell.
Disguised as a bad omen.

She healed people,
Using her own pieces.
Untill she had no more.
Not even her broken pieces.

Now she is gone,
She is nothing more than dust.
She still helps those who are alone.
Call her angel of dust
If you must.

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Challenge #45- write a poem based on the picture given above.
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