Devil's head lay on my shoulder
Weeping from all the lies he tells-
"If only you didn't make me,
If only I had a choice."-
Pouring these words off his glinting tongue
We both still knew the truth
So I allowed him to continue to weep.
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
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