God set up his angels on steps of twenty floors or more. I watched all the angels falling, dropping through the clouds like balls of paper. And as they hit the floor they seemed to break into a thousand pieces. I’m not sure how many there are, but I think they’re coming back for me now. And I really can’t remember when all their wings came around me, icy fingers on my back. I know they’re lifting me, ready to move on down. And I don’t believe it. I didn’t believe it now. 27 floors to go, 26, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21, 20. Throw me out! And with his head on my shoulders and each leg on one side of my chest, his hands gently rested on my head and he pushed and sucked on the back of my neck. I’m feeling free now. Throw me out!
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