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his demons stick to him like tar his unawareness is a weakness my demons blow fire hold hands with me in the dark the uselessness of forms filled out in desperation i kneel to the the two of swords that balance this pain i float where you can't yet begin to fathom the shadow men weave in and out of this fire i call to the demons that stick you it hurts them that you can't see them when they come to me they will be known i know what it is like to hidden behind a man who pretends to be good just another riddle that gollum gave in that cave i conjure stories i shine to them like coins i am their precious thing my light is a trap to draw them down follow these arrows below watch me sink this ship i am the siren calling to you you fake sailor watching you drown is my new trip i could have been your lighthouse now i will be your abyss remember when you thought i was a just a deer in headlights/ i cried when i died on the side of the road all you did was pick your nose in your pick up truck and look the other way your truck was the color of fake blood my beauty bled out on some back road it was real it happened the moon an eye winking at me through the trees as my spirit bled tears on black asphalt i crawled out from my carcass and i flew to a future where you were gone and i could finally be seen
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June 2023
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