I think I’m crazy.
My brain is so hazy.
It’s like I’m in a daze.
Maybe it’s just a faze.
To talk to the dead.
It’s all in your head.
They talk back.
Maybe I just have a nack.
But it has become a habit.
Because they inhabit.
RGH/DPS
4-28-19
They Inhabit
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