You looked at me and smiled from familiarity.
Your smile grew. That's when you took my hand
-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 28
You looked at me and smiled from familiarity.
Your smile grew. That's when you took my hand
-Satan.
