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Ghost
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Your ghost is tree sap on my fingers.
It clings to me;
It grabs my hair;
It turns my fingers black as tar.
Your ghost is music in another room.
It is unintelligible, yet
Its pulse is inescapable;
It is just too distant to identify.
Your ghost is wanton desire.
It grips me in the dead of night;
It refuses to let me sleep;
It insights my legs to restlessness.
Your ghost is a weakened vein.
It seizes me silently,
Taking my breath suddenly;
It kills itself.
It clings to me;
It grabs my hair;
It turns my fingers black as tar.
Your ghost is music in another room.
It is unintelligible, yet
Its pulse is inescapable;
It is just too distant to identify.
Your ghost is wanton desire.
It grips me in the dead of night;
It refuses to let me sleep;
It insights my legs to restlessness.
Your ghost is a weakened vein.
It seizes me silently,
Taking my breath suddenly;
It kills itself.
"These are things that I keep hidden in my belly
I can't see them, but they control my life
For a moment you could see right through me,
See right through me, help me make this right
Look at all those skeletons running from their closets
Get them in the light. Get them in the light."
Cloud Cult, Take Your Medicine
I can't see them, but they control my life
For a moment you could see right through me,
See right through me, help me make this right
Look at all those skeletons running from their closets
Get them in the light. Get them in the light."
Cloud Cult, Take Your Medicine
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i hate to make a comment that sounds so negative, but line 7 seems in need of slight correction