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My dearest demon. It's been awhile since I wrote, And yet you dwell in my mind. I wear my darkness like a heavy coat, Beneath which, only you I find. You stick to my skin, indelible like ink, My vice, a death grip, some unbreakable link. I'll admit, you make me weak, Liable to make mistakes; Bit by bit, my heart will leak, Drop by drop, it will form lakes: Vast expanses of free blue, Unhindered by reality - Filled with bright shades of you, And my dark duality. . And in the distance: mountain peaks - Beacons of a lying hope - That a desperate poet seeks, In the night, so one can cope. And so you're here, a living ghost, Despite the distance and time passed, Still a wish that I miss most, Trapped in the shadow that you cast.
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
Love is a Landscape
My dearest demon. It's been awhile since I wrote, And yet you dwell in my mind. I wear my darkness like a heavy coat, Beneath which, only you I find. You stick to my skin, indelible like ink, My vice, a death grip, some unbreakable link. I'll admit, you make me weak, Liable to make mistakes; Bit by bit, my heart will leak, Drop by drop, it will form lakes: Vast expanses of free blue, Unhindered by reality - Filled with bright shades of you, And my dark duality. . And in the distance: mountain peaks - Beacons of a lying hope - That a desperate poet seeks, In the night, so one can cope. And so you're here, a living ghost, Despite the distance and time passed, Still a wish that I miss most, Trapped in the shadow that you cast.
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
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