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Dancin' With Demons (To Paolo, My Kindred Spirit)


You are my kindred spirit
Daily we both go dancin' with demons

Puttin' up with screams and needs
We exhale and rest together
Both our hands reach out to eat their treacherous treats they so willingly
tempt us with

Lead us not dear God.......

We must start dancin' again with the demons to keep up with their tappin'
Try not to be found on the floor as overdosed victims of our kindred fate together.









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