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Feb 2019
the devil dances with me at night.
he makes love with prose  
and by morning he will not have remembered what he said.

before sunrise,
he falls asleep and i am left with unsaid words.

willingly, ive become his.

you are my escape under the moon
and a deal with the devil has made
        everything all right.
Written by
juliana  F
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