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19: Dancing With The Devil
For I was aware that the devil himself asked me for a dance, and how he took his delicate hands in mine, intertwined. But since I try to see the good in everyone, I gave him a chance.
Hand in hand towards the dance floor, ready to prance, I notice how his fingers gripped mine to say words that cannot be defined. For I was aware that the devil himself asked me for a dance.
How his arm gingerly wrapped around my back made me lost in a trance. The sudden thought made me remind myself that I was with the destroyer of mankind, but since I try to see the good in everyone, I gave him a chance.
His eyes had shown it accommodated a thousand stars with a single glance, messy, scattered around the pupil, and ready for them to be aligned. For I was aware that the devil himself asked me for a dance.
As the music carried on, the passion within us started to enhance, and by the way his lips curved upward told me he had it all designed. But since I try to see the good in everyone, I gave him a chance.
He then kissed me like a addict before swallowing their final pill in this circumstance, and within the interval, the denial of being in love flew out of my mind. For I was aware that the devil himself asked me for a dance, but since I try to see the good in everyone, I gave him a chance.
