Where were you when Satan had his arms around me? Tighter than you ever could hold me. We glided slowly across the dance floor of hell, eyes staring as I pranced around with evil himself. Maybe it wasn't the best idea at the time, but it was better than any idea you've ever had. The night faded into dawn, and I stayed constricted with the snake of villains. It was all done willingly, even if I felt intoxicated on doing wrong. The Serpent convinced me you were no good for me, and who knew, wrong was right.
written 6/17/24
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