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To Taint an Angel
To touch a feather-
mid-flight falling..
and sear a jest
of home, come-calling.
Me?
I find you there-
'tween stucco faces
combed so fair..
For massive wings-
I'd give my all,
To be that feather-
in free-float fall.
I'd cast the rancor
from my tips,
To blaze you once-
with iron kiss-
And mold you
bold
thigh to wit..
With streak of grey-
I'd bow on knee..
Neck down to altar,
"Purloin on me..?"
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