Call Of The Angel (Sad) Poem by Poet of the River

Call Of The Angel (Sad)

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I'm holding the knife,
i do not stall.
I'll end my life.
Let the blood fall.
I'd end the strife.
my back against the wall.
I will fall to the floor.
The only witness,
My note on the door.
as i hear the angels call.

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California, but move around a lot.
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