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Jun 2019
I just moved to Devil Town.
Off the map, it can’t be found.
Didn’t take me long to fit right in.

My neighbor is a vampire.
Up all night at his campfire.
Singing songs of never seeing the sun.

Met an angel with devil horns.
Lost her wings and now she mourns.
I don’t think I’ve seen her smile.

There’s a ghost that lives up the block.
Comes right in, he never knocks.
Says he wishes he could feel my hugs.

There’s a monster under my bed.
Used to live in the woodshed.
Said he never called a place home.

Threw a cookout that weekend.
The ignored, the hurt, they could all attend.
Turns out they just needed a friend
In Devil Town.
The real question is, why was I in devil town?
Cardboard-Jones
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