4 a.m.

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    4 a.m.

    angels swoop unseen
    wings of lead, hollow bone
    lonely spirits hang
    never touch
    human hearts

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    Crush commented on 4 a.m.

    04-21-2013

    Yeah.... I feel this. Everything and so much said in five lines. Nice.
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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