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"BUT THEN......
I WAS LIMP
COLD
VULNERABLE
AFTER
HE ROSE FROM THE DEAD
A NEW DEMON
WITH A COCKY SMILE
SWEAT BEADED SHOULDERS
AND A DRENCHED
JET BLACK BEARD
HE KNEW
WHAT HE HAD DONE TO ME
MY SPIRIT
BACKWARDS
INSIDE OF ME"
-excerpt from 'GHOST'
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