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Devil


I try to run but it finds me it slips inside and takes over I tell it to leave But it stays and kills a clover I tell you to run, save yourself, but you stay, and it pulls out a gun I yell at you to run It pulls the trigger I close my eyes, When I open them, there your body lies The puddle of blood deepens I fall to the ground and curse It pulls out a frag granade And threatens to use it if I don't obey I shrug and say, "this is me, My heart is black indeed"
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RebeccaYSPerez
<p>Something haunting within these words, with something deeper than it seems. I like the confusion I have between whether the devil is inside you or a different body all together. These is something that forewarns when you think of it in that sense. I enjoyed the flow of the words as well as the format of the poem.</p><p>Thank you for sending this in.</p><p>Rebecca</p>

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