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Our devious spirits play together in the corner
shadows-
setting fire to the preacher's house at midnight
fight
while we carefullly play our board games on the kitchen table
That I am part darkness-
this is know
The fact of half light - I fight
as I count the billows of smoke
from the incense and ideas that I have burned
Pages upon pages of books
about science and stories
tattooed on my mind
in kind
leaving me with remembrances of your heart
flesh and blood and art
beauty nonetheless
and spirits from the dead crawling in my bed
washing out my eyes with salt -
my fault-
this thing we've become
alive
all teeth
biting grins and bits of skin
left on the bathroom floor
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