.Ghost with a grin outside a skin house
Set in the middle of a forty acre marsh
Wrapped in moisture, growing, living things
All around the dead arms, dead arms of spring
It was my stab at faith, a losing one
Derailing any one I had
You take my hand and threw me in the
Grave, .
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