What demons come in the dark of night, churning thoughts, murmuring threats, breathing fire on flames of dreams unmet. They are keeping score in a blackened tome, a description of how we never learn, and smirk at our attempts to ring in a better future for ourselves. The bell chimes the bout is over, as they shower us with our broken promises and all we do is sigh.
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The Bag Lady 
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