Spook Country
Supernatural thriller
Most of the time in this.
Life we were asleep.
They are nothing but ghosts now.
Haunted by past memory.
Most of the time.
English life was spooky.
Occasionally normal.
I didn't paint a self -portrait.
I didn't sign my artwork.
Routine Dull life
Adult life not exist.
Does it illusion
Isn't it.
Despite the physicality
Of it all.
Wasn't the devil perfect
In England.
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