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The shiny object called Like a long-lost friend speaking My cocoon un-walled My anger increasing The obtuse trinket at the end of my arm Reaching for the slender outlet Though the evil had me drawn My heart refused the bet The beat hot inside my chest The will to be better than the rest Devilish ideas inviting Accepting invitation taken as a guest The trinket's wheels were oiled And again were closing in The object seemed closer And somehow showed a grin Laughing, jeering sounds Entwined my brain within I knew my soul was bound To repeat the evil sin Well into my hands Did that silver fit My body rubber bands Awaiting t