Brother, are you really here? The package I recieved is gone. Are you a phantom detective?
Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you. If you are a backwards ghost, I will hire you.
Brother, are you really home? Holy as a blessed worm, A paradise ambasssador, bring me to your room.
And I will throw you rocks today, And watch them pass right through, you say, And this is not a game or test. We both have done some grieving.
Brother, with your vast reward, A treasury you can't afford, Surgeries and innocence abounds.
And I have read in paper books, My eyes are glands on twisted hooks. Never have I felt or looked so sorry for you now.
Brother, are you trained to spy? One eye open, one eye dry. When I die, will you be my neighbor?
Tell me things I like to know. Dressing up from head to toe. Let them know to and fro, From here and tomorrow.
Brother, are you really here? The message I recieved is gone. Are you a phantom detective?
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