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Devotional
There she is again.
The beast,
she presses my head into the books lying around,
“you must or you will perish.”
Wells of tears
sucks my heart deep in her dungeon.
Do I have any control left?
I break free!
I leave
and travel overseas
Though my heart may freeze,
I am ruled by my own decree.
Years later,
I creep back in.
The books still lay as I left them.
I flip a page or two,
ever watching for the beast,
though she knows to let me determine the feast.
The beast,
she presses my head into the books lying around,
“you must or you will perish.”
Wells of tears
sucks my heart deep in her dungeon.
Do I have any control left?
I break free!
I leave
and travel overseas
Though my heart may freeze,
I am ruled by my own decree.
Years later,
I creep back in.
The books still lay as I left them.
I flip a page or two,
ever watching for the beast,
though she knows to let me determine the feast.
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