Last night,

	returning to last winter,


	I saw your face,

	and stumbling to the other place,


   your face,

	peeking out (the hopeful child),

	flickering smile reaching to me.


   decaying flesh and angel's.


   I saw my soul

   My hate

   Your angel's face.








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