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Jan 26
Rise from cessation,
Running with aggression
Making a pit stop in Hell
Tell the Devil i rang the bell

Where does the soul lie?
What do i show when it hides?

Why have i not gone?
Everything i had thrown out on the lawn


I don't know why these demons stay
Drinking tea when I'm writhing in pain,
And then i pull a chair,
With the most bitter brew made for
Me
...
Ghouls
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Ghouls  21/F/California
(21/F/California)   
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