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Conversations with my Demon

Percolating, desirous.
Leave this shell of your former self,
Come fly triumphant once again.
What is the price you have to pay?
Years have passed to no avail,
A slave to the world
You now must speak behind the register.
Regrettably, but consciously
Your shot went click.
Mine goes boom.
Now what do you do
When there's nothing else to lean on?
Written by Keushwalker
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