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Conversations with the angel of dawn
I fumble for my matches out there in the frosty winter
It's 11 degrees and 4 in the night
The angel of the dawn is already there
Sighing longingly and sitting on a ledge
I go sit beside him and he laughs a little and lits up the holy flame
That's all what its' good for now anyways lighting cigarettes and turning minds to ash
He tells me a story or two
Stories about failed lovers, cr...
Friday 22nd May 2020 2:34 pm
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