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written by: Arran James Grant



hello mister tired eyes
we meet again
do you remember the
ease of bottling up
and covering old demons
in the warmest mind blanket
you could
f i n d?
don’t have to
don’t have to leave
there are oceans and skyscrapers
with our names on them
and so the devils can wait
in their little homes
with the lights off
waiting for me to come back
even though I’m done
with living

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