the devil in me
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Last published Wed, Jul 8, 2020
its just a small poem I wrote for some school work and I wanted to publish here. Some of it I got inspiration from good omens but only slightly. There was a list of words I had to use. But here's the finished result 🧚🏼♀️💙
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