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The complexity of a cloud of smoke unfolding
Can almost describe the demonic thoughts I am withholding

Laying in bed, alone in my home
Suddenly a stomping of the feet and lingering whisper to my dome
I wondered if I had been visited by the unknown

Checking my surroundings I see nothing
Little voices in my head began conducting

I return to bed, when my television turns on automatically
Reaching for the remote, it falls off the drawer dramatically

While my face is turning blue,
It was clear something will pursue
Going to sleep seemed like the safest option,
Although it was not me who awoke, what did had taken full absorption.

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