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Jul 18
[Demon]
/ ˈdiː.mən /
(in plural) A person’s fears or anxieties. [from 19th c.]

But I am something special to behold; the one fed the
seconds of love- second-guessing myself. Teeming in the crevices
of an inspiring war; -in solidarity; wasting myself fighting alone
Oh, what a waste of time…
How you see me, is all in a wick of imagination; a first
surplus; too weak in love, to see ashes to those feelings so obscure
For if I came with the picture of my everyday man; would it
still fit your frame…

Well, here he is: a man who questions if the same God he prays to,
picks out his favourites- giving favour to the devil, to play such chords
in my head. Yet the alter did write about Hope’s song; his ego
wouldn’t listen to it…
From the pretty perfect picture, you see outside, it will never be what
you can quickly find inside. As long hugs leave him so petrified- just
in case you catch onto what’s loitering inside. As your love from this
story’s beginning, did catch me by surprise -a surprise of how you still
love me, with the demons I still battle inside…

Now here, builds up the ****** to entertain both parties;
and I promise you, it’s ending won’t be felt partially…
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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