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I am a demon and I want to be better…. The priest stared at the girl A smile flickered for a see on his face He grunted a cough A demon wouldn’t want better -he beamed with exaggerated sense of worth at his answer She tilted her head up Her sockets devoid or eyes Just a black crude pool wisp of greys slithering its depths I need to be better…help me A tear trickled her face it course burning the skin like lightening crackle….

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