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Found Poetry: Ill Angels

Lonely angels
reached an ultimate space —
bottomless and boundless —
that drip into restless skies of fire.

Murmuring by the dismal spot
each melancholy shrouded form
sigh in agony.

The woes for the shadow
may not dare its mysteries.

The sad soul, obscure and lonely
haunted by ill angels
wandered home.

(ref: Dream-Land by Edgar Allen Poe)

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  1. July 28, 2013 at 9:47 PM

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