'Autumn's Only an Angel', by Alex Ward
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'Autumn's Only an Angel', by Alex Ward
I’m walking high, high up, see me, a black speckin the sky, a mote in the eye of a cloud.Don’t worry, I never fall, Death Himselfbears me up, puts me, princeling, in the throne of theclouds.From up here American cities, like strewn, glinting rubble,mar the checker work countryside, the innocent fields wheregrasshoppers whirr through the wheat.I have no balance, how is it I don’t fall,light swirls around me, carrying me over oceans as quicklyas s…
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