The poem written with a devilish figure silhouetted
Every time I’m around him
I can’t help but
drown in him
And I still can’t get him
To come around to him
The love
Profound in him
I can’t surround him then
Offer shelter when
The hounds come down on him
I’m confoundererd then
Why do I question
Who am I to him?
When did I get so dim?
What displaces him from them?
Where do they all end?
And I begin,
Again?
Anahi
— eli
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