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Alexandra

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

11 poems·Since March 2013
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The Devil's Call

March 23, 2013
Blackened spoons Crimson tears hiding in the cold embrace from my too many fears Fine white powder Bruised black tracks making up in pain what in love I lack Cold dark nights Patient groping hands dying in their arms some forgotten promised land God's grave smile Through roaring red flames try in vain to hold yourself back as the devil calls your name
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