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Jumpy


You cought me dead,

Right on top of my head

In the middle of the heavens where i lay sad

And all of the scriptures in my head well read

For I stare at an angel 

A queen in every unseen angle

If i could, i would

But like an earthquake i shake 

And like an egg when our eyes collide i break.

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