The devil is inside me. He is right in between my lungs. In the evenings I yawn and yawn; I feel a tension and stretching in my rib cage because he is trying to escape. I am transforming. In the evenings I can see into the shadow world. The wolves are big as the cars I ride in and the streets and streetlamps are two-d. I am crossing over head-first
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