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Well guarded and hidden within the soul
Lies a room we all hide from ourselves
Dreaded demons defying our conscious control
Are sent there to behave themselves.

But every now and then they dance
And fill the room with dust
Allowing the world a naked glance
at the artful side of us.

These demons plague even the purest of hearts
And conspire to inspire the most heavenly arts.

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