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The genie I
battled and caught
made himself felt
after many forgotten nights,
his unlit
playground, the new moon past
he electrified
every nerve, clamoured with alacrity
through my sense
now keen,
a tremor strong
enough forces me from my feet,
I sit.
And feel the
vibrations your presence effects,
gaining ground
every second I allow you free reign,
listen to your
whispers speeding, speeding, speeding,
the scars you left last time burn in the icy wind blowing,
there's an ache deep within
me, you’ve disturbed me,
but this time,
this time you didn’t regain your freedom.
Sounds like a battle with an addiction. One he beat this time.
ReplyDeletethis time = makes one wonder
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like it is nice to be disturbed.
ReplyDeleteIf the Djin cannot be free then it is good he disturbs you to rest and action.
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