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Solitude
a place
deep in my mind
I hid from the world
until the demons came
nowhere to go
insanity took over
I was free
I was tired
of talking to myself
so I decided to write
now I talk to myself
amongst an audience
As I grow older
it seems I attend more funerals
than weddings
it’s quite confusing sometimes
trying to distinguish between the two
Who
ever thought the devil
looked like a man
was obviously fooled by her
She
had an amber glow
that warmed my soul
like mother’s chicken soup
on a cold December morning
rainy day
like today
is a perfect way
for us to lay
underneath the covers
devouring each other
in every which way
until the next day
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