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Demons Inside

Now:
Turn blind eyes
to desolate horizon.

Now:
Turn deaf ears
to grounded sparrow.

Now:
Turn cold hands
to salted garden.

Now:
Turn bloodied lips
to churning sky,
And scream...
Scream,
SCREAM!

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