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Apr 2013
Demons
I rush outside;
Curses and shouts
Reach my ear.
“****.
****-up.
Freak.
*****.”
I don’t know
Anything anymore.
These demons follow,
They tear at me,
And in the end,
I die.
Written by
Victoria Mogolis
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   Roni Shelley
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