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  Sep 2017 Leila Wren
Chey Ferrill
My demons howling at the door,
are desperate to get inside.

I debate for but a moment,
and then fling it open wide.

Better to brace myself for impact,
than to run and try to hide...
It's dark inside my head. Who turned out the lights?

— The End —