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I used to be...


Sixty-six demons

That rolled in my head.

That wrythed in my body

That printed this led.

I used to erase

The legion that bled.

That tore up my skin,

And burned me away.

I used to erase

I thought with a razor.

I used to erase

All the spirits of favor.

I used to erase,

I used to erase.

Out! Out!

Legion out of my body!

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