Of Angels and Squalor

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Of Angels and Squalor

Heard a laugh tear the air
in the dead of night.
Patrons coming from a bar,
homeward angels of love and squalor.
The book on my chest,
I try to gather for other sounds,
other voices, as I lie on the floor,
sober under a lamplight.

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