Same birth
Same month
Same sign

Same hand
Same love
Same time

Those old devils dance,
bobbing and weaving
twilight licks of flame.

Squealing in delight
feasting…
on our guilt and shame.

Losing all,
Α and Ω,
nothing in her eyes

The whispers under her breath
For love
and despise.

Slither and creep
these apparitions of tortured sleep.
Weave around,
Tighten this relentless grip.
Devour these dreams

Drink deep
Drink deep
Drink deep

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