Her white, angelic hands stroked sleek
and clean through rough and coarse beard hair
bedewed by crusted yolk of egg,
and found redemption lying there
her sudden angel wings came over
both of them in down newborn
and comforting, she swore at once,
she'd never trade halo for horn.
But as she swore, there peeped two points
from her angelic brow, and apprehensively,
she mused "Ah, fuck!
I guess there's just
one sin for me."
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