sometimes in my sleep
I would dream
that I'm having a dinner
with my demon
in a nice, simple restaurant
we would sit facing each other
talking about life
while eating a grilled salmon
we would laugh,
me and you;
that's something we're
unfamiliar with now
we wouldn't talk
about what we could've been
because we were already
what we could've been:
friends
so after I was finished
with my meal
I would wake up feeling
mad
knowing that I
can never have a dinner with my demon
is a nightmare
came true
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