I don't believe in angels
Because that would mean
That there is something
That god loves more
Than December mornings
Born from long, cold nights
Curled on a couch,
Covered in a blanket,
Watching her sleep,
And feeling so lucky.
And no god of mine
Would even think of loving
Anything more than that.
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