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Aug 2013
yesterday
i swear i saw
an angel pass me
on the road

she stared at me
intently
as though i should
follow her back home

i followed that
warm feeling
to a place
i didn't know

now i'm lost; and incidentally
wise to the fact that
chasing falling angels
leaves you cold and all alone
wounded
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