There is a place on her body Where a tattoo is. An Angel in a cloak The color of her skin playing a guitar. She says the angel is playing A 59 stratacaster, But it just looks like any other guitar but I go with it. At night I can see it And under the covers I can taste it. It taste of salt and ginger. During the day You can see it hovering on The small of her back. Right above the waste Of her pants And on Sunday mornings Under my shirt haning on by a thread She says it stands for something But she hasnt figured what it Stands for though But until she finds out what that is It will linger and probably will stay long after She does.
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