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Aug 2014
I write to exorcise
my demons,
who lie in wait
& are well organized
behind my darkened eyes.
When the morning star rises,
I cry & they are satiated
until it sets yet again,
when they come alive
for me to live out my sins.
In perfect harmony,
I write,
I write,
I write,
to get them off
my tortured mind.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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