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the devil left no forwarding address
just a wake of broken promises
and a strong stench of shame
.
I stood outside the red bricked house
my face washed in hot morose
as I remembered every nightmare
.
every trial I was put through
every limit I was pushed to
the sound of my sanity snapping
.
the devil left no forwarding address
just a wake of broken promises
and laughter that I came
About the Creator
Kayleigh Fraser ✨
philosopher, alchemist, writer & poet with a spirit of fire & passion for all things health & love related 💫
“Darkness to me is like water to the sea”
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