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Apr 2018
What cruelty it is
for a guardian angel
to be intangible chaperone.

How are they to
reach out and soothe
their wounded lonely charge?

No gentle guiding hand
on nape of neck,
wings to blanket embraces.

What good is a
soul meet soul communion
when I am hollow?
If such a thing as guardian angels exist, mine is either drunk, absent, or despairing.
Kelly Scanlon
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Kelly Scanlon
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     Benji James
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