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~ 7 ~


And I heard the devil laugh,

that, my darling,

is when I knew God was real.

For his mirth was as if

he had taken the stars from the sky

and hung them up to dry;

as I lay under the sun

my sparkle slowly died.

Strung up to dry,

I hung there

the center of his pride.


 

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