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june 3, 2013; 7:27pm

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I had
a dream
of satan
standing at
my door
he looked
like me
he spoke
like me
and said
his name
was Ben
but his
eyes were
more dark
more dead
and his
words were
more poetic
we smoked
a joint
and gossiped
about god
and before
he left
he said
‘never forget
your father
or else
you will
become him’

Written by burrben

June 4, 2013 at 12:39 am

Posted in poetry

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