The clock ticks
The in-between draws near
And I can't help but stare at the door
Waiting for my demons to appear
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Poetry, Love, and Hate
PoetryA few thoughts from my deranged brain. Poetic stories brought alive.
1. Night-time
The clock ticks
The in-between draws near
And I can't help but stare at the door
Waiting for my demons to appear