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Pack of Stoges


By Alexis Ramirez

 

As the lights go out and the dark shines bright
The box of thoughts go out at night.
Demons and angels clash side by side.
Cigarettes light up, one after another
Only to remember the thoughts of his mother.
As he inhales and exhales, he pictures her face.
Her voice, her essence, begins to fade,
Reminiscing about that day,
When he died inside and began to shout,
Oh how his soul withered as Her heart gave out.

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