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The Enemy All these deserted passage ways twist around sharp corners inside my hyperactive mind A place where light dare not tread My enemy roams these narrow halls Smiling, it enjoys it’s grotesque behavior. Feasting on my illusions and despair, It wipes its mouth clean with desire littering the landscape of my world with guilt and anger. Fear has become it’s weapon of choice It grows powerful Laughing Writhing This beast is I |
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A nice upbeat poem...Not! Anyway, I leave it in your hands
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