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Feb 2013
Holding hands with a demon,
Chain smoking in his shoes.
Keeps me human.
The Devil argued with me,
Over the relevancy
Of taste.
I stayed breathing.
But when I
Skip with the seraphim,
I feel darkness creeping in,
I'm done for.
Haley Rome
Written by
Haley Rome  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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   Crystal Rose
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