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Levi


His eyes were slit,

the funny little man 

with the neck tattoo

of sulfur.

He grinned with a smile

full of more teeth

than one would expect

from a funny little man.

He looked to me

with his weird little eyes

and offered to me

a proposition.

"Do you wanna 

make

a 

deal?"

Yes 

I very much did.

And so,

I did.

The Leviathan

always

holds true

to his word.

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