The Devil

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The devil is in your smile
As you look at another
With your chilling azure gaze

The devil is in your words never said
As your back turns on me
Holding no regard for me

The devil is in the ache in my wrist
As it scratches at my veins
Yearning for a breathe of the crisp winter air

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