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Jan 2017
I give my heart away too easily.
But manipulation is a sin,
so call me an angel and I'll call you the fallen.
Now your flames are close by, I can feel the warmth.
But who wants hell when you've tasted heaven?
Like a child that never learns
I keep returning to the burn.
So call me an angel and I'll call you the tempter.
Innocent and naive, yet wanting,
So if not fire, then venom.
I'll seek out every evil to get my fill.
So call me the fallen,
and you're the very snake.
Isabelle Christianson
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