Get Back Angel Ghost
I
As a person
Me
Without devoid of a spine
Green
Buckle at jointed knee
Cap in hand
Crackle like the wilderness
Inside my stagnant mind
My skin is red to the bone
She'd upon my empty bed
So care no more
Angel fair
Ghost of nowhere
Declare the wanting is pray over
For if as please be for the deaf
Born with pallets cleft
Numb and horse of voice
1 , 2 , 3
A , b , C
Then open up my heart
So my eyes dare feel
In which or whatsoever category
I should sit
In order to fulfill my remit of aligning interplanetary love division
So I can bleach , spit , and shine my
Hubbard shoe's and house in order
Before I red bone buckle and she'd
this ghostly angel back
From whence it came unto me
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