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Sorry, I ain’t no
Angel….

I am man-shaped,
and I continuously burn,
a living yellow flame….

From days of old,
people have runned
from
my embrace,
Fearing the passions
I would share with them.

Why do they flee me?

In school,
I would sometimes set
my desk on fire
just sitting with
daydreams of a kiss….

I sit,
Alone,
Lacking someone
like myself who I
can burn with!!!

No Angels need apply….
 

 

I currently have an e-book of poetry being sold for under a dollar for 99 cents, “Conflicts”.

Sales go to the support of my poetry and limited profit liability company, Stone Temple Micro-Finance and Research, L3C.

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