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Cups
It was 3 or maybe 4
shadows attacking
from the ceiling or
from the floor
eyes too heavy to be sure
knives piercing my throat
blood stains dripping
upon cotton sheets
the sheets where I wished you
a thousand nights attacking me
I know your/you're mind/mine
and I know your/you're kind
and no better i wish to find
with all your imperfections
perfectly blending
a glass of the (un)holy
filling my cups
never ending
the dragon as it flys
the bee and her sting
the pond, the sea
the old man, the free
I stare and I stare
no others compare
nor compose
my demons arrest
my angel, my best
this blood thirsty soul
bitten, devoured and drained
now whole
shadows attacking
from the ceiling or
from the floor
eyes too heavy to be sure
knives piercing my throat
blood stains dripping
upon cotton sheets
the sheets where I wished you
a thousand nights attacking me
I know your/you're mind/mine
and I know your/you're kind
and no better i wish to find
with all your imperfections
perfectly blending
a glass of the (un)holy
filling my cups
never ending
the dragon as it flys
the bee and her sting
the pond, the sea
the old man, the free
I stare and I stare
no others compare
nor compose
my demons arrest
my angel, my best
this blood thirsty soul
bitten, devoured and drained
now whole
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