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The Fight
Pink, Red, and orange
fade to black
and I take cover
hiding under the bed.
Laying with the demons roaring
screaming attack
I thought he was a lover
but he just needed to be fed.
Bigger than this body,
stronger than these bones
Crack
echos as the bones snap.
My ears ring with bawdy
words of meancing tones.
Wack
as he finishes his tap
...
Sunday 5th May 2019 3:31 am
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