the devil drinks red wine and likes to lie to little girls

i would **** for you —

you know ,, ?

stain my white dress in red :

for

you .

blood dripping down a

knife

i would swear i never

held

but

they would end up catching me

of course ,

they always do —

and

the devil would sneer

disappointed ,

lace dress tight —

her lips curled in painted pink ,

when everything seems

h o t .

because

she knows

that

while

i would **** for you,

would never,

ever

die.

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