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Oct 2016
It was
In the deepest depths
Of fiery hell
That I met
My Sweetest Jezebel

It may seem lost
To common reason
But you see demons
Where indeed in season

Can you imagine
How I came to grips
With a chick with horns
Wearing a **** red slip

And those eyes
That glowed green
Demon goddess
Dark shadow Queen

   No reason
To be concern
Into the depths
She did return
   As for me...
I lived and learnt
I'm no longer
   Getting burnt...
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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