My break came. I went to a bar. I saw another naked women. She too had your long black hair. She turned her head. My heart leaped
-Satan
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Satan's diary
PoetryBesides liking hard liquor and hellish trees Satan is poetic and what ones might say a dream searcher.
Entry 26
My break came. I went to a bar. I saw another naked women. She too had your long black hair. She turned her head. My heart leaped
-Satan
