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6d
I take cover under shelter
I cower at the sight
I’ve seen too much brutality
Every day that turns to night
It’s a forgone conclusion
There’s evil on these streets
You’ve got to be suspicious
Of everyone you meet
The Devil walks amongst us
He’s draped in purple sheets
Tapping on the pavement
The ground beneath our feet
He speaks of tales and folklore
He’s a thorn that rides a rose
That ****** your tender finger
When you’re vulnerable; exposed
Take heed and hear my warning
Don’t be put under a spell
Because he’s got your reservation
For your seat way down in hell
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
(50/M/Florida)   
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