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Pentagrams,clouds,and the dark corners of a rooms lifeline

So the Devil made suggestions
tasted of the earths dried leaves rolled in Miami
burned so sweet from a blue butane lighter

i held you tight
brushed your cheek with the back of my hand
it was the first time i really felt snow on my face

i can't let you go and i can't stay

and so these walks i take remind me of Love
leaving their claw marks
as thrift shop lapel pins stuck through the skin
pierce me for a purpose
unsanitary infections
pose me as a corpse for the camera
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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