Close(t) Calls

Your demons are mine

They revolted last night

Came knocking over in a huff

Said you had lost your bitter edge

Molten chocolate, is not their bread

And a midnight conversation flared

‘You’re still the same, isn’t that great?!’

‘Anyone would be so being woken up at night!’

‘Maybe, but at least your head still rules over you’

‘Well, that’s what five hours of sleep three days a row do!’

‘Why are you arguing? We were borne by you. 

‘You don’t just step into my head again…shoo!’

‘You don’t get it, do you? We’re back for good’

‘You mean, bad..’

‘Something like that’


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