Kyle Shield Laster
Friends - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
I live with many demons.
They steal me from my bed.
Many hearts the fiends have eaten.
My demons are well fed.
And I've killed my share of angels;
At least they claimed to be,
But would angels dance in decadance
And go to bed with me?
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