#467

My Wrestle With a Demon

Caught in sight, flash, dagger fight

Eyes wrapped tight, guilt ridden waves

Ages pass in seconds flat

Battle of yore fought afore

Cycles wrapping around and round

Brought back, victory’s arrival

Flees before truth reflected thus

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