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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