not edgar allan poe

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Your name on my tongue is like speaking the name of both God and the Devil.

God, you're so alluring, like a moth drawn to a light you pull me in until I am near ready to die.

Devil, you release me, give me luxuries that no mortal could ever live to fulfill.

I would crawl to every place so that I am always beneath you, and your superficial will.
Cast me aside until next.

I breathe in hope that you might want me again.
Maybe now idols wont abandon me.