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Mar 2015
I was never a religious man --
But now I know --
That heaven is the Devil
In stilettos.
Eyes like stained-glass windows to her soul;
And her tongue -- a
Carpet leading me to ****:
Show me the way.

I never believed in black magic,
But she's Satan:
I thought I'd escaped, but I
Was mistaken.
As certain as my death, she has me
Hanged by a string;
And I've no reason to love
This hurt she brings.
Just as I thought I had a new life, I had a dream last night; and you can all gather what that meant by the above.
Written by
Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
(26/M/Liverpool, UK)   
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