I heard an angel say, Lizee Beth
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This is usually not a poem I like. Only because it is long. But something about this poem was just trying to tell me something. But I can just tell you now so you save the time, this poem is different, and it wants to be soo different that it just completely changes into something that people will care about. When the author describes how the speaker saw the "sparkling" face of her angel friend or whatever the hell it was I just thought that to be so unreal. No one writes about how they miss their friend or thing and imagine it as an angel. I remember reading a poem about a woman who missed her dog that died of old age, that she saw it one day, but no one else could. And she interacted with it all day and everyone thought she was insane... That's the realm of possibility.
I should give this poem two more zeros... It's just so amazingly complicated that to fathom how this poem was constructed and to think that this world is a place for such love and heartfelt destruction that people should really just stop and just listen to what people have to say...
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