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Jun 2018
Spoke to a Baphomet
Down by the willow
He was watching the moon bathe in that same river
That dissolved everything in its way

He whispered:' This is your version of Aegri somnia'

I tell him that this is not a bad dream and that
I really am shattered in thousands of pieces
And that
I came to lay my burden down

So, he offers a rope and I suddenly see a brighter season

He plays me *****, one for the shepherd none for the sheep

I asked for my own Beatrice back

she burns in a pit
9th circle - still have her knife in my back
And only then he tells me the rules-the waiting game begins only when the lights go out

But
I
Can't
See
In
The
Dark



Game over.
*Baphomet=Devil
*lat.troubled dreams; sick man's dreams
*Dante's lover, Beatrice
CallMeVenus
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CallMeVenus  26/F/Croatia
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