Poem: Ballad of the Spirits

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Big blue bold godly

sun swished out of the mouth holy

the ballad of the spirits sounds like

a door slam that sounds like a kiss

a kiss that feels like when you are too close to the platform

a train runs on by,

without knowing your body is soft

that your bones wont take it

It would crack under the pressure.

Annihilate your system

Who has the talent of just being

without a fancy classic car.

I’d like to meet that person

And kiss their knuckles