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ANGELS DO NOT |
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by Charles Carreon
there is a furor in the desert there is a flower in the dark there is a mind raging inside the flower garden and lascivious lilacs are pouting passion with rotting lips and smiles that are drunk
there is you there is me there is a crescent moon cradled in the trees
I learn to walk on heights
when there is love there is danger there is love there is danger
I was born with the furious flowers I was born with the thorns
when I was born the chain
was hanging loose I walked away
angels do not live in the alley angels do not push shopping carts
angels do not wish for milk
and honey
angels are perfect but I am not one
angels do not make mistakes
but they are very careful
I learn to walk on heights
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