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The eyes wander around;
to look for pieces of contentment,
in a dim lit room full of docile demons.

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Speaking of which;
i remember,
a Skeleton.
once groaned,
and presented to trade my gentleness with some rigidity.

I was just a piece of flesh back then;
but my boneless brain could not say No.
I could sense silence crawling in his rigid structure;
all i could offer was some skin,
a Deal,
and now, I am a Skeleton too.

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