When those demons come to hang out again
And make me want the shadow,
You stay with them, go for a walk,
You talk, you make them laugh,
You have your way to clean them,
You keep them there,
And understand their silent shouts,
You sew with Sunrays their creepy mouths,
You comb they serpent hairs
And change their clothes
And after send them back
Quiet, refrained, invisible.
Just thank you for that,
'Cause I'm just tired and what not.
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