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The fire caresses your skin
While the Devil basks in your sins.
You fight to be free
But he won't leave you be.
It burns.
It scorches.
It peels your skin.
Let me be! Let me be!
You plead but the Devil
Won't let it be.
It burns.
It scorches.
It peels your skin.
You feel as if you can't break free,
And yet still you scream:
Let me be!
Let me be!
Let me be...
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A Collection of Poetry Book One
PoetryA collection of poems that range from simplistic ideas to my personal feelings. Those that are not about ideas or issues I feel strongly about, are about my feelings and experiences. Total number of poems: 68 {Poetry / Short Story}
