Last Angel Death Poem by David Kowalczyk

Last Angel Death

Rating: 5.0


The night is wet.


The moon hangs in the sky
a dream too wicked and


The breath of stars
is now the howling heavens.


This world
will own no secrets.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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