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Creeping out of the water he comes Your heart is beating like a drum He smells your fear from away You tell him to go back to the bay  
I sit on one side of the fenceHomelessThey are tearing it down, only to replace it with stronger materialI need to leaveI wish my husband could protect meThat drunk bastardI cross tonight. ***
There's a half-burnt man in the woods out back,  where the dog won't go and the brush is black.  Past the old stone-stack and the berries red stands a musty shack⁠— so I've heard it said.
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