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Dec 2015
An incarnent demon ran past my window

Fast as a jay fly's dark as night with reds I've never seen

Like your insides while they are still inside

Blisters, shingles, mange, what have you

I responded with a quickness

Up with my fists, prepared the thickness

But gone with the moment and off on its way

A demon after someone else? Good thanks.
Have fun, don't over do it, if it becomes habbit or personal, lets just say its hard to stop by choice alone, is black magic addictive? No more then black coffee.
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
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