The Death Hankering
(the angel quintology: poem 3)
lay me down angel
lay me down
my reach is gone
my sight is bent
my nostrils act as one
nobody sleeps beside me
or hears me listening
lay me down angel
lay me down
lay me down
my reach is gone
my sight is bent
my nostrils act as one
nobody sleeps beside me
or hears me listening
lay me down angel
lay me down
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