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Demons

Demons

Warning signs "enter at your own risk sink holes quicksand.
Only one way in no exit a mind has many tunnels a maze.
Those who dare to enter never come out the same then some never seen again.
Mind out of control overgrown thoughts demons control.
Pulling my hair screaming for all these voices to stop praying for death.
Demon identity unknown address inside the mind job driving one to insanity.
Mind abduction demon possession total psychosis never ending neurotic state of mind control.

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Tony Taylor

Wow CANDRA!!.....this is a trip!!......a mind trip!! (smiles).....I LOVE clever word-play you've used throughout...." One way ~ No exit" ~ great stuff......ALL STARS!!...... you have such a creative mind !!!.......well done dear poet sister!!...... enjoyed this very much......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo

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Candra Creviston

Tony Taylor
Hey there dear poet brother I do love your comments they help me keep up my game plan lol I am very happy you like the dark side of my mind ahhhhh....

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Tony Taylor

Ps.Β  I'm a HUGE Metallica fan......I used to be in a band called "Rude Awakening".....hard core!.......smiles......T xo β™₯

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Candra Creviston

p.s.
I am a huge Metallica fan also and I would love to hear some of your music xoxo

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