Old poems from THURSDAY NOVEMBER 13 2003
I posted these before I think, but I came across them in a Works file, thought I'd repost for the hell of it. I needed an update so here we go."An angel came to me. She was beautiful. Her hair was golden fire, her wings a soft embrace. When she spoke, a chorus resounded within my ears and my soul. I looked upon her countenance and thought to burn
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