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Midnight drips
cascading shadows
writhing vines of fear.
Memories that twist and bite
call into meaning regret
as hissing poison
fills the room with dancing bears.
Rivulets of blood
cascade down your face
eyes seared shut
to deny
the anguish
the devestation
as they draw designs
with dagger tips.
Slash and stab
murder the dreams
they will defile
they will debase you
as the devil masks the clown.
When you have broken
your time will come to a close
your suffering
will not end with death
only become amplified.
That is what happens when you get into bed with the devil.
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
So….No going to bed with the devil… Actually the timing of this is good…😏
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Wellllll…….depends how hot you want it. 😂😂😂
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🤣 lmao
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