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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Relationship · #1770463

My poem.

He brought me to the river,

And left me there to drown.

I once listened to his soul,

A horrible screeching sound.

He is nothing more than Satan,

To be of Satan He is proud.

My heart splintered and cracked,

And twisted all around.

He is nothing more than Satan,

To be of Satan he is proud.
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