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Jun 2014
Savoring the scent of my fear
Patiently you wait as I near
Kraftly hiding your true intent
Pretending awhile to be my friend.
In line to fate's checkmate
Imprisoned you recreate
To conjugate my soul
Your wake takes it's toll.
Twisting my insides out
Playing my every doubt
Closing in for the ****
Against the remnant of my will
Reality has become my fear
The end is already here
We all have our demons. ~ RR
Rogue Ryter
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Rogue Ryter  Upstate New York
(Upstate New York)   
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