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By enemies enslaved
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NO EYELIDS
Something in me is rejecting life
Bite by barfed-up bite
Like a bowl of spoiled spaghetti
The very notion that God
Is working to heal my soul
Is met with a twitch
A tremor in which I shrink, sink
In worship of insistent witches
I've been enslaved by the enemy
Want to be friends with me?
I don't blame you, neither do I
It's curious how deep down we
It's curious how deep down we all know this feeling and episode and how invariably different for each one this journey may be. "barfed up bite" That image stands out and reminds me of the allusion of the proverbial dog returning to its vomit.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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