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Sep 2018
Me and the devil do this dance
With the pole.
He said put it to my head, spin around
And let it go.
He said if I spin faster, I won't
Even know.
He said he gon count to three and
He gon take my soul.

All you see is red spilling from my
Thoughts.
All I hear is y'all sobbing for your
Faults.
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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