A prophet visited my door last night
He said my life was fading fast
And I was to be alone
Before he left he snatched my coat
Then warned me of the coldness
How very helpful I thought
To be without an idea of expectancy
And coatless as well
Is this what had become of my existence
I sat naked, craving to be touched
Outside a raised street light
Illuminated a passer by
Her hair caught my attention first
Until I forgot to breathe
That is an angel I thought
I climbed out of my window
And fell to her feet a broken man
She cradled me better
And with heavenly hands
Began stroking my face
I began to cry
This was life again I assumed

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