Poetry for Demons

i don't mind admiring something sacred from a distance

there are embers that I protect because I promised to do so until I die

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i came out so we could play, but you keep running away

now I stay easy to find hoping to be found

by the liquor store near the last telephone booth in the city

i leave it out where it's easy to see

the tank is always near empty, but I'm not going that far

I hate small talk, and they think I'm cute.

April, twentytwo

April, twentytwentyfive.

Love and madness in a whisper of sleep