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Conversations with my Demon
Percolating, desirous.
Leave this shell of your former self,
Come fly triumphant once again.
What is the price you have to pay?
Years have passed to no avail,
A slave to the world
You now must speak behind the register.
Regrettably, but consciously
Your shot went click.
Mine goes boom.
Now what do you do
When there's nothing else to lean on?
Leave this shell of your former self,
Come fly triumphant once again.
What is the price you have to pay?
Years have passed to no avail,
A slave to the world
You now must speak behind the register.
Regrettably, but consciously
Your shot went click.
Mine goes boom.
Now what do you do
When there's nothing else to lean on?
Published 4th Mar 2021
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4th Mar 2021 5:25pm
4th Mar 2021 9:31pm
I liked how the demons are used as a metaphor for addiction here. Some eloquent conversations displayed here.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
Thank you for sharing.
-M
