most days
the world at large
for me
can be summed up
with two separate
time zones
pre-dawn promises
in which
all offers
for my soul
will be considered
for the right deal
and after she wakes up
to be reminded
that my soul
isn’t mine to offer
no matter how
tempting the trade
so i’ve taken to
taunting
the demons
as i sip coffee
listening while
the mockingbird sings
knowing there
is nothing
they can offer
that sounds half
as good as the things
she whispers
I feel like we decided what soul is a typo for….
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grrrrowl
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Lol yes!
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hahahaha
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