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I am thirteen years old when my aunt sits me down and tells me
that we all have demons, but that someday, someone’s will play well with mine
I didn’t think she was right, but it’s been years,
and while tangled together under the sheets,
you tell me that we have more in common than we both think
and I can’t help but wonder if this is another way of saying that our demons departed from
ourselves, only to intertwine with each other.

by Ashlei Selden