Crazy (Poem)

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Where is my strange angel

Is she dancing on a needle’s head

At the angle

Of the floor and bed

Tides rushing through her mind

Days and nights

I watch her try to find

Ways to the heights

To reclaim her birthright

Reaching through the dawn

Broken wings flight

Visions she’s drawn

In the ashtray

Pulsing through her heart in my arms

It’s ok

There are no more harms

Yea baby

Mending

Is when you confess you’re crazy

Now one more kiss and get to standing


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