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I met an angel once
Or at least I think I did

He smelled like honey and vodka
And something else awfully acrid

He was dressed all in red
His body wholly divine

He had no face and wouldn’t tell me his name
But I only wished to call him mine

I spoke to him from time to time
As he appeared in my bedroom doorway

Each time I asked him about God
He would kiss me in the stairway

The last time I saw him
I knew it was his time

We sat in silence until he said
“We’ll meet again sometime”

I cried to him in this time of need
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do”

He replied -
“Silly girl thinks there are supposed tos”

And then he disappeared

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