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Pound of Flesh

A Poem

Photo by Alessio Zaccaria on Unsplash

The dark corners, are starting to feel, comfortable

I am getting lost, in the gifts of the devil

Have I made, a mistake? Is this, the right choice?

For, like the ebb, and flow; of the ocean

the devil shall come, for its pound of flesh.

Poetry
Evil
Darkness
Monsters
Debt
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