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Dec 2015
It is late at night
when my demons
rattle their cages most.
They bang, they curse,
they yell.
And to think that this
bottle of Jack could
for once finally drown
those *******
to their death.
But it is merely
another
starless night.
Plagued in silence.
Just silence.
Jaee Derbéssy
Written by
Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
(nowhere, yet everywhere.)   
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   ---, Karina Norris-Veirs and River
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