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Last one standing — before the demon’s presence — blessing him, forever turning a blind eye to what possibilities lay before him. Too afraid to let go — familiar tune of a destructive song — disease-ridden — rotting from the inside out. He’s dead to me — mirrored back to what was once spoken to me.
Joseph Lieungh
Mario López-Goicoechea
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Such a powerful post. Thanks.
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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