I whisper your name like prayer⎼with all the hope of heaven.
I trace the lines of your palm and draw a map to salvation.
I hear the knock of your heart and I answer it like my calling.
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in which the devil meets his match.
"I'm going to cut that sharp little tongue out of your pretty little mouth, even if I have to do it with my bare hands."