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Your flesh-made emissary came to you

With bloodshot eyes from backyard brawls

Just a little kid playing, all child-like

Climbing up your arms

And I apologize

And like wildfire purging through the state

Can we start over?

Can we start over?

I am six years old staring at the sky

You told me you loved me

All teary-eyed

And now you are dying

Just skin and bones

I am six years old

I am six years old

And I believe ghosts

And they are not spectral

They are skin and bone

I’m always clearing my throat

I’m always clearing my-