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Feb 2017
There is a devil who is on my case
In time he'll make me lose my mind
On fluent hooves he is apace
With Janus-face, he shows me he's kind
Going ever treacherous
He weaves magick 'gainst my flame
Yet on his truths I, hungry, dined
I think he plans to have my Heart framed
All I know of Love is loss
Yielding to defeat, I sigh
Love unattainable as the grace of albatross
Soaring elusive in the sky
He made me have a heart attack
The world goes cold, from gold to black
Megan Sherman
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