Angels are those creatures
That protect you from the dangers of life.
And when you’re sitting duck to the mercy of the world
You look inside to find angels – Gabriels and Michaels.
And yet you find only one gender – women –
And one woman, that used to flow to you like
The furious ocean.

It is funny, how memories
Grow wings and protect you from even you
– When you stab yourself with the blades
Of Judas’s kisses and Brutus’s daggers –

When the guardians of an inerasable past
Show you, how correction fluid is feebler
Than the salts of a vast dominion

The bodily taste, my heart will never know.


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