The devil makes old men cry
He collects bottles of concoctions made of rage and darkness and hell and fire
And although how hard it is that we may try,
It's still he who shall roll the dice
But the devil are the people, a figment of our minds
Oh that's right, evil makes old men cry
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WORD PLAY
Poetry"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
