April 27, 2010
posted by admin
Temptation
I must tell you these words pure,
Coming straight from my soul, still whole,
Before the devil in me they must endure.
She’ll take them if kept in for long,
Rake them over with her song,
Make them her own,
Hold them
Scold them
Mold them
Fold them
Into my identity,
Devour me
With the Temptation to control.
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