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Feb 2014
There is a wardrobe by my bedroom door and the Devil sidles up through the floor to hide inside.
I know he's spied on me
I also know he could be she
but he or she has stole my soul while watching me through the keyhole.
As far as I can tell
I am here
my soul's in hell.
The Devil be it he or she does his or her work very well
and at each tolling of the bell
another spell is cast on me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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