I'm not a good friend to make, it’s natural, my heart is black, I work for the night, a mercenary, a janitor, with a scythe, cleaning up life, finding it’s completion, erasing it’s need to find life, to haunt me, with the spirit satisfied, it can flow, and exist outside me, almost religious, a monk, or a priest, exorcising, three little girls, I meant flavors of ice cream, birthday parties and taking care of children, rippling water, dirty uncle, making jokes, haunted by demons, that’s when you get a guard dog, to bite you, in case you escape your prison, good thing, it’s buried under a mountain, keep digging, I promise you, you may find heaven, open ended, ignored, a poet yearning, a swordsman guarding…

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