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As sleepless thoughts savage,
the devil whispers into my ears,
softly triggering,
resonating melancholy,
the moan of a creature known to be depraved
and sinister,
soon becomes the lilt of an angel
who was once unfortunate
and misunderstood.
he calls me religiously and persistently,
captivating and lurring me,
to a side that has a melody; unknowingly *unholy.
I'd rather have bad days with you,
Than good days without you.
 Apr 2015 Ashley Nicole
A
Nicotine and a slow suicide
The things you do in life are insignificant. ...
Do them anyway....

E.J.M.
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