Sleepers, not evil doers,
always haunted by monsters, always.
Therapy turtled, hopefully remastered.
Replete. Complete. Not enough to eat.
O the hungry, polarizing beat.
Hypnosis gnosis, post-toasty, the ghost is.
Lilith's fair hand, warm with the wine
stolen from the temple. Deadly misled.
Didn't even know they were already dead.
~ Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona
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