Lately night demons
armed with maps and
searching questions
are slain and drained
with little pain.
I walked barefoot
over broken glass
But if it wasn’t thus
it wouldn’t be me
with you now us
So I wouldn’t change
the smallest iota;
you’re where
I’m supposed
to be
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 5:42 AM UTC
Lately night demons
armed with maps and
searching questions
are slain and drained
with little pain.
I walked barefoot
over broken glass
But if it wasn’t thus
it wouldn’t be me
with you now us
So I wouldn’t change
the smallest iota;
you’re where
I’m supposed
to be
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