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You're the Devil
with your firing eyes
calling me, haunting me
you who wants me,
you who hound me,
you who love me -
and hates me and ates me,
breaks me and shakes me.

Why, why? Enough, enough!

Sick addictions, poor afflictions,
I fade into you, I fade into you!
listen, listen… I tried my best:
but I couldn't.

And so I drown.
T.M.™
for Katy

— The End —