a closer look
where I
wanted to know
what a song about an angel could sound like
its brought me to
a mute edge
in a self dampened glimmer
its
sorry
gated now

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wish we could cease
to exist as two
lying side by side
we two angels
heartily ripping our feathers out
individually, glassy
mirrored to a mend
of radiant tender murder
cry in devouring
both two in fear
now dispatching
and to see the downey fall
gently to the nethers
to butcher anew
And How Proud
of here
our soft precision

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tonights
dove of hope
sharpens his beak
we watch him
brutally slaughter
a crowd
gathers
to turn on itself and the air
with a gentle snow
of down and gore
to deliver all of our promises