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Demons

I adjust the crown, gems array

Take a sip

Then look away

I ride through town

Barely local

On my golden-eyed demon

But not acceptable

The crown should slip

Just look away

Another sip

I’ve gone astray

Another frown

Take this demon down

I tighten my grip

Gems shatter like glass

Through razor sands

Stop me no, it’s impasse

I hear demands

With my demon alive

I hear reprimands

And fail to thrive

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