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Everytime I shut my eyes,

I pray a little.

Opening up to no surprise,

still stuck in a riddle.

Deep in the middle,

i focus to a blur,

Drool on the fiddle,

or was it fur.

Sense nothing makes,

Is this fantasy or real.

My conscience breaks,

now its time to heal.

In this prayer,

I was in the devil's lair.

*S*