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angel (short poem)

i have no idea where i am
who i have been
i have the slightest glimpse into the present
a wavering image of a time long past
my soul sits on siain heights
above the fish and birds
where we know endless comfort
and a burning desire for wisdom
this version, far away from the peaks
that I am so accustomed to;
yet drawn to the body of man,
who screams in agony as he is raised to the heavens.

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  1. modern_prometheus
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    Hey, I don't have much to say except that I like it very much. Nice work.

    Hey, I don't have much to say except that I like it very much. Nice work.

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