Rise and Shine

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Just so you know
each time I bleed
a poem
I resurrect
a thought of you
buried deep
in my subconscious
graveyard

Maybe,
this is not poetry.
Perhaps, I fail
at differentiating
magic spells and
metaphors
and all I write
are not sonnets
but black magic mantras

I might have
already sold my
soul to the devil
unknowingly as I shred
my skin to pieces
just so a poem
about you can be
birthed from my flesh

And so I always end up
where I started:
at the moment of perhaps
at the place where we first met
at the time where we parted

The light slowly fades
as my hands grow tired
another death, another poem
another day, to write and die again

(j.d.a)

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