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Apr 2015
You're in the other room
making deals
with the
devil

and I'm in bed
in my wilting
sheets
watching the candle's
flame
dance about

& the Christmas lights
are still up in
the window
and I ruined my slippers
when I ran into the street
because I thought you
were gone

making deals with the devil
deals with the devil
and I'm still staring
at the flame.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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